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darkdemeter · 9 months ago

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・issue #--・ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

⚤ Dark Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Female Reader Pirate Bucky — semi dark Bucky — submissive/soft captive reader — possessive Bucky — SMUT 18+, Minors DNI! — P in V sex — memory loss/wiping via magic (reader affected) — light use of physical and sexual acts to avoid conflict — indirect breeding kink? — pet names — brief consumption of alcohol — I think that's it? ✎ 4.1k He is your captain. There is no place you'd rather be than by his side, nothing you could ever want for that is not him. You owe everything, your entire self, to him. Yet overboard and on the tide you sail across, in search for a great and ancient treasure, a song continues to seep through the cracks of your heart and soul… a song so familiar yet unknown. Forgotten. Bucky reminds you yet again that there is no place else for you that isn't beside him, that there is nothing out there.

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There lays a song forgotten in your heart and soul, distantly faint as the receding tide to the shore. With each spare moment of peace you were given to dwell beneath the lapping waters, you spend a portion of it in search of that song. And what time remains within the falling sand’s glass, you bask in the blue and faded black abyss.

Tonight is no different. You could not remember the forgotten song that lulls you tenderly, pulling through skin and scale, calling you somewhere far, much too far, away from the balancing hull above.

You could not abandon your captain. Betray the trust between you both. After all, it was he who found you washed atop the rocky crevices of the island, who rescued you from a fate of drying out in the sun’s merciless heat. Who took care of you when there was nothing left of the life you once knew.

To break that earnt trust, to betray him, you can’t think of anything far more heartbreaking than that.

“Time’s up, my Siren,” the voice of your captain beckons you. He calls you to the surface.

A sigh ripples through the water and your head tilts up towards the surface, the darkened slits in your milky white eyes shrink away from the moonlight penetrating through the waves. The long limb of your tail sweeps back and forth, thrusting you upwards, skin and scales shimmering brighter as you near the barrier between water and air. The breach pulls a lungful gasp of the night's chillingly crisp air, the only warmth coming from The Avenger.

Hair drench-pressed and thinned forms a curtain over your features as you peer up at the looming figure pridefully arching over the ship’s wooden rail. The slivered slits of your eyes grow wider as they focus on him, with a lantern beside him, glass scorched and worn by smoke, it illuminates the upper portion of his body. His white shirt ruggedly wrinkled and loosened to showcase a muscled chest, skin tanned by the sun’s heated kiss, sleeves rolled to the elbow, black ink painted legendary stories over his body in memorabilia. Stories forged into his flesh for all to study and cower in fear.

He summons you with a kink of his finger and you obey his silent command with an all too eager nod. Around you, the water spirals into a column and rises up, pushing you higher to reach the wooden railing. Aboard the ship, the crew is merry in their celebrations. Another successful day of conquest and battle on the high seas, another amassed sum of gold and valuables to add to hull and reputation.

Of course spirits would be high and cheerful tonight. And of course, what was a conquest without the captain’s prize at the end of it all?

Gathering yourself over the rail and onto the deck, the glistening shine of your tail morphs into two shapely legs, the milky hues of your eyes and other remnants of your true body hide in their human disguise. Your eyes find the hourglass on his opposite side, the sand all gathered in the bottom glass pit. Your captain holds something out for you and you graciously accept his gift, pulling the thin veil of your robe over your naked body.

His ocean blue eyes scan you up and down, the left corner of his plush, chapped lips turns upwards.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He purrs his question and it brings a cold chill to run up and down your spine, your lungs freeze with what little breath they had at that moment.

He turns his body properly to face you, burly shoulders and thick muscles straining the fabric of his shirt. His eyes fold slightly into a sharpened stare of interrogation.

“I–I don’t…” You shake your head, breath hitching. “I don’t understand, Captain. I search for nothing that is not you.”

“Aye?”

Your gaze drops to the limb of his remaining flesh hand, the other limb itself brings an uncomfortable yet hazy familiarity, you dare not to look at it up close when in the awoken presence of his intimidating stature. Often you would question its being there and admire its raw and unique - mystical - materials, when your captain lay beside you fast asleep.

Wrapped tightly over and under the callousness of his palm, the golden chain twinkles in the pale moonlight, the larger pearl at its centre holstered by binding gold and tinier pearls, beneath the gilded net a more refined shape of a pearl dances on its link.

However, your mesmerised pupils flicker up in an instant, brought to the attention of your captain awaiting your obedient answer. A noise is pitched in your throat with the answer but it dies swiftly before its deliverance.

Your vision focuses behind him then, up near the ship’s helm, her fingers lace slowly in their hypnotic movement as the fabric of her scarlet magic is weaved together. A warning. You do your best to hide the distressed visage of fear, batting your eyelashes and brushing aside the death of your verbal response, you bow your body forward submissively to his that towers over you.

When your lips touch his, he almost instantly devours yours in a hungry kiss, the soft caress of your fingers tracing the curves of his chest brings pride and lust to possessively reel you into him, your nude front colliding against the hardened wall of his own.

Your hands run their course of exploration up the swollen bulk of his arms until they find purchase and entangle themselves in his dark locks. His own hands ravage your body, kneading the flesh and slim muscle of your hips.

He groans when you submit to his overpowering will, mouth parting to his eager tongue that shoots forward like a fired cannon, aimed to dominate you in every sense of the word. Your soft whimpers beneath him bring him unimaginable pleasure, the sort that drives him to seek it evermore, with no seeming end to his insatiable hunger for what is you; your entire being. Wolves are known to be ravenous beasts. It’s why he’s known by the moniker as the White Wolf.

His tongue fiercely dances over yours, swirling and his bottom teeth tease you by nipping your lip, earning a high pitched squeal from you. He chuckles, the sound rich and dark in its intention. Your core comes alight, burning hotly and the once cool air dissipates as heat courses through every vein and nerve in your body, your mind swimming in the ocean pools of his eyes. Eyes that at times are the only thing you need to be connected to the sea.

The prominent tent of his erected endowment presses against your stomach and lower abdomen. You finally pull away, however, in his caging embrace it’s not very far you’re able to move back.

“Wait for me in my cabin, little Siren,” he orders gruffly. Your mouth falls agape and you sputter in your rattled confusion.

“But I—” Still he penetrates you with that cold stare. It prods at you with radiant intensity, it matches the ominous scarlet glow that now burns brighter now as it moves down the upper deck’s stairs. Your eyes dart between the woman who controls the rolling waves of red magic and the ferocity of your captain’s hardpressed gaze.

Your head bounces quickly. “Yes...”

A few words of compliance are cut off by a gasp. As you attempt to follow his order and return to his cabin, he halts you within his metallic grasp and pulls you back in, curled lips mere inches from your own, in the clutches of his brazen hold, he commands your attention. Your hands are forced to rest over his chest.

He drawls with a warning growl, “Yes?”

“Yes, Captain Barnes.”

Bucky nods his head once and lets you go, his eyes flicker between the cabin door and you, silently instructing you to hurry along. Your bare feet barely make a sound over the wooden deck in your traversal towards the cabin, where you would await your captain to claim his prize. Treasure that he greedily gets to have all to himself. The conquest he takes glee in ravishing himself full of.

Once you’re tucked inside, exactly where he wants you, Bucky scratches at his stubbled jaw, his recent shave already beginning to grow in again. Wanda approaches his side, the fabric of her magic ceasing at her fingertips like embers passing over into lowly ashes.

“That was a close one,” Bucky growls, his tongue that savours your taste runs over his teeth. She hisses with a hushed tone, “With each outing she is given to delve into the sea, my magic weakens, Captain.”

His eyes roll to glare at the woman beside him. She sighs with a bow of her head, eyes downcast as to not provoke him into thinking her words a challenge.

“All I mean to say is that you must reinforce her rules. She’s beginning to suspect far too much, and with each piece of recollection, my power is sapped by her own. Enforce her rules once more.”

Bucky’s shoulders shrug upwards with an all too arrogant huff, haughty in his conviction. He idly tilts his flesh hand, admiring the piece of you he has wrapped up in his iron grasp.

“She will do well to keep in mind her place. She’s intimidated.”

“She’s conflicted, Captain.” Her words bring about a scowl to Bucky’s face, lips coiled into a snarl and nose wrinkling, eyes thinning. “And it will be a matter of time before she is free of you, and you will be known as the captain who lost his siren.”

The bridge of this knowledge leaves Bucky in a state of strife. An aspect to his notorious reputation was garnered by your captivity. The White Wolf known by all as the fearsome pirate captain who tamed a siren; held you in the oyster of his clutches. If he did lose you, then his reputation would be suffering a heavy loss. As if to sense his change of demeanour, her hands raise up with her glowing, magic tipped fingers. His nostrils flare and the harsh prestige that made him a force not to be trifled with, he commands, “Do it.”

Bucky struts off with a roll of thunder beneath his leather worn boots, swiping up a half drunk bottle of rum and swallows an animalistic gulp, joining in on the festivities of his crew. Wanda observes her captain for a moment before diverting her attention towards the cabin. Her hands fold over one another, and with her palms outstretched, the scarlet hue dances through the air in a thin, cloudy blanket, searching and finding the miniscule gap beneath the wooden door.

He pummels into you until your back pushes far into the mattress, eliciting sharp whines and sultry moans from your parted lips, breath caught in a pattern of shallow pants. He chases after his second high as he drives his cock deep into you, the sound of skin slapping skin perverts the cabin’s air and already you begin to feel your core tremble in its own pursuit for its fourth orgasm. With each powerful snap of his hips, his throat chokes out a grunt in his exertions, the girth of his cock sinks deep into the channel of your hot, velvety cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growls lowly with a hiss, “so fuckin’ tight! You feel so good, you’re— taking me so well.”

With an exceptionally powerful rut of his hips and he has you on the precipice of screaming, thighs quivering in their hold around his waist, heels digging into the dip of his large, muscular back. Any coherent thoughts and words die on the vine of your vocal cords, only able to procure sounds of pleasure, to chant his name over and over again.

“Captain Barnes!” you mewl with fervour. Bucky’s chest vibrates with a husky chuckle. “That’s right, scream my name, let the crew hear you, Love. Let them hear how drunk you are for my cock.”

His one palm is laced with sweat, thick and roughened fingers squeeze yours in a passionate display of his dark possessiveness over you. Your captain could be very jealous when another’s eyes lingered on you for even a second too long, many others had suffered the brunt of his fury - weapons ablaze - and you in the end suffered the brunt of his envy with his cock pounding into you for the next several hours.

To remind you to whom it was you belong to.

His lips suckle one of the erected peaks of your breasts, moaning as his tongue leaves a wet trail around it before passing over to the second to repeat the treatment. Your head turns to the side sharply when the head of his cock splits you open even further than you could previously imagine, hitting a hidden crevice that leaves you without breath.

He gauges your reaction, the colour of your eyes blurring, phasing between the natural milky white canvases and the hue of your disguise, your canines and incisors now elongated, all because of the pleasure that pools at the junction where your bodies meet. But for a moment, you catch the glimmer of gold still wrapped around his hand, glimmering metal gnawing and rubbing across his skin, you’re torn between your euphoria and clouded curiosity.

“Say it again,” he grunts with a hard thrust that makes his muscles ripple insanely beneath his skin.

“C’mon, say it for your captain, Love.”

Your lips and tongue drag across the flesh of his wrist, the pulse of his racing heart beats through, you can almost taste the rhythm. His sweat tastes strong with his musk, a strong flavour of the salty sea, sandy beaches and gunpowder.

You moan softly, almost in a whisper, “Captain… C-Captain Barnes.”

The effect you have on him is indescribable to him. Never has he been able to put it into words, all he can do is feel it; carnally. The repetitive pounding into that deeper and sweeter spot has your back arching up, the smooth layer of your sweat covered body rubs against his, able to feel each defining muscle, he uses his metal hand to grip hold of one of your thighs, angling you so that you’re spread further apart for him. Your eyes begin to fall heavy and roll back into your skull in your drunken haze, the shimmer of scarlet presently blooms from time to time in them.

“That’s right. You belong to me, little Siren. It’s my cock that has you dripping wet.” His thrusts become faster, losing the precise edge he had before, his climax inevitably as close as your own. Your nails embed crescent moons into the skin of his one hand while the other bites into his shoulder.

“I’m the only man— fuck! The only man who gets to have you like this. Shit… shit. ’M going to fill you up.”

“Please, please… Cap—”

“Aye, I’m going to fill you up, have you nice ‘nd full until my cum is leaking out of your little cunt, Siren. Fuck… you want that, don’t you? I know you do.”

You gasp with each attempt to breathe, each push and pull of his cock strikes you like a match to light the powder keg, the explosion of your climaxes comes as a white hot flash in your vision, momentarily blinding you. Your hot walls squeeze around his large endowment, forcing him to thrust back and forth even harder, grunting hot breaths against the shell of your ear.

His seed is flushed into the channel of your pussy in thick, seething spurts that paint your walls that milk him for every precious drop.

What he gives makes your lower abdomen weigh a little heavier, a little bit fuller than you were before. His hips grow slower with each dissipating explosion from his tip. His large chest expands hugely with every intake of air to his lungs before deflating as a pleased groan.

In his reverie of contentment, having had his fill of his prize - for now - he withdraws his softening cock from your pussy, a moistened pop echoes in the emptiness of your thoughts. Bucky rolls off of you to lay at your side, atop the furs and silken drapes of the bed. Before you can make a move he uses his metal arm to drag you in closer, tucking you into his side, the coldness of his fingers skimming the delicate texture of your arm.

The soothing rock of the ship is enough to lull you to sleep, the lids of your eyes inching closer and closer together.

“Still deny that you found nothing?”

His question only brings your brows to knit together. You shake your head and huddle closer into his side, basking in the comforting warmth of his body. Why on earth would he ask you such a silly question? As if there was anything of importance that outranked him, by being at his side.

The answer you give is instant in its resolve, “I don’t understand, Captain. I needn’t find anything out there… I have you.”

Your answer, though unable to see it from your position, pleases him and his lips curl into a toothy smirk, long sweeps of his dark brown hair tousled about in his post sex state. You lay your head against his chest to hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, eyes closing to seek rest and refuge in the arms of your beloved captain. The man that grants you safety, that promises you nights of passion followed by the comfort of his body next to yours. All he asks in return is your loyalty. Your devotion.

For you to be his siren.

Behind the blurry curtain of sleep layered over your eyes, you awaken and by your estimation, only for around an hour or maybe a little more. The morn still hasn’t risen over the ocean’s horizon, the moonlight shimmering and shining over the waves. The candlelight that bathed the cabin with a sensual atmosphere had now burnt out.

Breaths of deepened sleep sound next to you, the chiselled sculpt of his chest you’d used as a pillow takes steady form, as he sleeps. It makes you wonder as to what he dreams about, sometimes a scowl is etched into his attractive visage and he becomes restless, leaving you to somehow comfort him. And other times, mostly after he’s spent drawing orgasm after orgasm from the two of you, he finds respite.

You take the time to thoroughly yet delicately rub your eyes, robbing the tiredness of its hold to take you once more. With a tilt of your head, hair coming over your shoulder to graze the top of your breasts, his other hand lay out over the bed, residing just over the edge.

The mysterious object that somehow you know is linked with you, but as to how or why, or its significance to you in any case, is still laced around his calloused palm. Despite its odd gleam of familiarity, you believe this is the first time you’ve seen it before, however, the tiny voice in the back of your mind says otherwise. Then you must have seen something like it before somewhere.

Something deep in the recess of your heart, you have to know. Is this somehow linked to the estranged longing to a home you can’t remember? Does this necklace bind you to the lost melody of times erased from your memory?

You take caution in moving carefully, inching your way to lean over the sleeping form of your captain, skin brushing skin, you slowly rotate your hips and hoist a thigh over his waist. Heated crimson flushes into your cheeks as you analyse your newfound position, but also from the way his body stirs lightly, still enraptured by sleep yet his body adjusting to your core lining over his naval.

Thawed from your frozen idle of panic, you take a moment to calm the racing of your heart that hammers vigorously against your chest, your nimble fingers reach out towards his flesh hand that clings protectively to the mysterious necklace.

This almost feels… too easy. You swallow a silent gulp, fingers grazing against his palm when his body shifts, bumping up into yours, you pull your reach back so fast, your hand slaps against his ribs, doing your best to cover up your true intentions. His stills beneath you once more and your shoulders fall lax with a sigh of relief.

Again you dare another attempt to grab the necklace, this time you don’t risk breathing, holding it for what seems like forever until your lungs begin to swell with an ache that makes them feel like bubbles about to burst.

You work the chain until it's loosened and finally allow your held breath to escape you, the strain to remain silent proving far more difficult than you would have liked. The weight of your body shifts backwards, now sitting up, you allow your eyes to take in every detail of the object in your hands. The gold chain is light, ghostly as it graces your hands, your fingers lace and loop it around amidst the process of your conjuring thoughts.

Like a puppeteer pulling the strings you raise the necklace up by its precious thread. The pearl encaged by its makeshift net swings from side to side, as though even when you are completely still, it has a soul of its own accord.

Everything you knew about pearls is forfeit, the identity of this one brings the bevel between your brows to form in thoughtful wonder. Therein lies the piece of some puzzle, the missing notes to the melody to which you only recall the faint rhythm of the song.

It has to mean something of greater importance. But if it did, then why is your captain so adamant to dismiss your curious nature to find the answers?

As if the pearl itself is the key, you hear within your heart and soul the song. Voices sing a tone that is calming to your senses, a sweet and endearing lullaby meant for you to hear whenever you find yourself in the loneliest of places, in the darkest reaches of the ocean, the connection will bring you somewhere you call home.

But your home is The Avenger. Aboard the ship with Captain Barnes. The man known as Bucky to his closest inner circle. So why do the voices mingling with the tide call you away from all that? With each passing second you become ensnared by the spell of the pearl, the voices of whom you somehow find solace in become louder, the softened chorus of their song echoes a hundred times over in your head.

Before you even give pause to reason, your own voice becomes paired with the orchestra of sirens. You have no words, and maybe you never did, all you did need is the pearl to help guide you in remembering the melody. The uncertainty of your humming eases, the unforeseen instructors aiding you, your voice is soft within its deep reverie when it all comes to an abrupt pause, a gasp severing the tune.

He has you by the wrist, fingers bruisingly tight and giving you no choice to pull away from him, as he often did whenever he saw you retreat from him without his say so.

Bucky’s eyes bear into yours, penetrating the barrier of the necklace, he stares you down the way a wolf does the lonely prey in its path. His eyes match the brooding darkness of a storm at sea, a breed of villainy that threatens those who dare to try him.

“Captain…” Your throat bobs with a nervous swallow. “I– I wasn’t—”

Out of pure instinct to not tempt his fury, your hold on the necklace ceases and it gathers in the roughened pad of his palm, large thumb that has caressed your sensitive nub plenty of times now works against the spherical shape of the pearl, brows heavy in their judgement to assess your punishment. His movement is sudden upon the brink of your awareness, a sharp gasp that cuts into the tender muscle of your chest as he plants you flat on your back, hands both of flesh and metal pin your wrists on either side of you until the bruising ache becomes far too unbearable. But you do nothing to voice the level of your pain. He would not hear of it. His newly erected shaft ghosts over your entrance, the beginnings of your slick painting his already drooling tip. “I’m beginning to think you like breaking my rules, Siren.”

THANKS FOR READING!

✎ a note from the author, Yes. Yes... YAAAAS! IM DOING IT! I'm frickin' writing a pirate Bucky! Mmmm! Fuckin' love pirate stuff, I'm just living for Bucky being a hot pirate commanding a vessel on the high seas.

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mandyyvibes · 10 months ago

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7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙

7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up

“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.

After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.

Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.

“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.

Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.

Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.

“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”

Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.

Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.

Bucky wrinkled his nose.

“Gross.”

“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.

Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.

“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”

“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.

Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.

Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”

“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“

“Buck,”

He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“

“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.

“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“

“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.

Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.

Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m

Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.

Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.

“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”

Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.

“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.

#finallyyyy it takes me so long to do anything #i know that this is objectively bad but any writing helps improve ur writing or whatever they say #ask game #stucky #stucky fanfic #steve rogers #pre serum steve #pre serum stucky #pre war stucky #bucky barnes #tw food mention

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bookgeekgrrl · 11 months ago

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My media this week (7-13 Jan 2024)

the addition of this disaster boy was delightful

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Second First Chances (Kedreeva) - 92K, steddie, canon-divergent Ladyhawke AU. Very well-written, exactly what it says on the tin. Very enjoyable.

😊 Murray Mysteries (Knöves Storytelling) - "full-cast audio-drama style re-imagining of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, set in the present day. Mina Murray is an unemployed twenty-something, jigsaw puzzler, and brand new Podcaster. Her life doesn’t exactly make for interesting content. That is until her best friend Lucy falls mysteriously ill and Mina’s boyfriend Jonathan loses contact on a work trip to Romania…" Very creative, very queer, very enjoyable!

🥰 ship-to-ship combat (pomeloquat) - 76K, SuperBat - "Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead." - extremely funny and delightful identity porn fic

🥰 Tension and Tonic (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 78K, cellist!Bucky/artist!Steve, one night stand that develops feelings. Mostly hilarious, with some fantastic characterizations, especially of the supporting characters. Fic does go to some pretty dark thoughts very briefly but ultimately the vibe I ended up with was much more on the funny side of the scale.

💖�� +41K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Letter from "Crawly" to Azirapil (mostlydeadlanguages) - Good Omens: Aziraphale & Crowley, 486 words - actual cuneiform on actual clay tablets, 'translated'. Our boy Ea-Nasir gets a shoutout. Fan makers are amazing.

veracity (pomeloquat) - DCU: SuperBat, 3K - a group of Metropolis criminals give Batman some truth serum to find out how to deal with Superman & get more than they bargained for. Absolute hilarity. Fantastic related art.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

8 Out of 10 Cats - s22, e11

QI - series S, ep3, 5

D20: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - BONUS "Fireside Chat with Brennan & Friends

D20: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - BONUS "Making Chungledown Bim (with Lou Wilson)"

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sunshine304 · 6 months ago

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Five ships in five fandoms

I got tagged by @cendiar, thank you! :D I'll see whether I can think of fic recs, but most of them are big ships anyway so it's relatively easy to find some good fics. Also, just check my bookmarks, really. XD

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

I fell down the CQL rabbithole in 2020 and haven't gotten out ever since! Wangxian have got it all - pigtail pulling, pining, miscommunication, absolute devotion, oliviousness, true equals, death & rebirth, kink discovery, epic love. Infinite roads to walk and play with in fic. Actually made me write fic "for real" this time! Recently reread Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy which likely got recced by everyone and their uncle already. XD Also, recently read Caught in 4k by KizuKatana, which I enjoyed a lot.

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Yeah, those two. XD I mean, what can one do if the actors have such fantastic chemistry? And the jokster character who actually is one of the most traumatised and ruthless of the group is always a win, couple that with tall, dark and menacing who's secretly soft inside and has trauma for 10 people and you've got the perfect ship. XD Fics: Anything by thepsychicclam and KouriArashi, and Come with me and walk the longest mile by DevilDoll.

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (Sherlock)

Oh look, another super big ship. XD I'm sure everyone knows what's so interesting about them and why this ship has existed since ACD wrote the original novels! I was quite disappointed by season 4 and looking back, the show had lots of problems even early on. But the fandom made a lot out of not that much and in the early seasons, there at last was hope that they would keep to the case format. I haven't read much new fic for this, but I read Kaleidoscope by Silvergirl last year and loved it, also anything by Chryse as well as JupiterAsh.

Jack Sparrow/Anamaria (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Even though the Sparrington ship was much bigger for me in this fandom later on, I started out with shipping Jack/Anamaria and it still holds a special place in my heart. That fandom in itself was very special for me and I look back on it fondly. I loved Anamaria in the movie and was devastated that she didn't come back for the other two. It's been so long since I read PotC fic and especially this pairing, but Honorat's (sadly unfinished though I'm still holding out a teensy tiny bit of hope) epic Crossing the Bar lives rent-free in my head.

Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes (Captain America/MCU)

Childhood friends to lovers! Traumatic pasts! Snark! So much you can do with this ship and even though I wasn't really ever in the MCU fandom, I read a lot of Steve/Bucky fic. They hit lots of sweet fic spots for me. Fics: Anatomy of a Scandal by Rena, Winter wheat sunflower peat by newsbypostcard and Your favourite ghost by augustbird.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it! ;D

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intrepidacious · 2 years ago

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last updated: October 20th, 2024

a semi regular sunday event where i write a seven sentence drabble based on your prompt.

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KEY: ♡ personal favourite | ✧ new additions

all fics are x reader unless indicated otherwise

☆ andy barber [defending jacob]

intertwined ↳ divorced!andy ; fluff

☆ bucky barnes [mcu]

masterlist

☆ chris beck [the martian]

whiteboard ↳ fluff ; pregnancy

☆ curtis everett [snowpiercer]

thawing ♡ ↳ sharing a blanket ; kinda hurt/comfort

the price of freedom ↳ angst ; canonical character death

small treats ↳ innkeeper!curtis ; fantasy au

let's hide from the world ✧ ↳ modern au ; established relationship ; just soft

☆ eddie munson [stranger things]

saving throws ↳ hurt/comfort

☆ frank adler [gifted]

not another stray ↳ meet cute with a dog

nostalgia ↳ frank and getting older

☆ jake jensen [the losers]

just in time ↳ blind dates

at long last ↳ first kiss ; implied steaminess

☆ james norrington [pirates of the caribbean]

all the stars above ♡ ↳ fluff ; stargazing and pining

illicit behaviours ↳ making out ; heavily implied smut

tempest ↳ james being a simp

☆ johnny storm [fantastic four]

stars ↳ planetarium dates

gifted ↳ johnny being touch-starved ; hurt/comfort

☆ ransom drysdale [knives out]

a little help ↳ sick!ransom

empty spaces ↳ hurt/comfort ; soft!ransom cuddles

cold as ice ↳ ransom being a cold little shit ; implied smut

this time ↳ fwb with feels ; implied smut

come what may ↳ beauty and the beast au ; pining

no fairy tale ↳ angst ; ransom feeling unloveable

by the sea ↳ sweeney todd!au (sort of) ; dark if you squint

☆ sam wilson [mcu]

driving ↳ established relationship ; late night drives

first rain ↳ sam's wings are a perfect umbrella

priorities ↳ louisiana holiday traditions

little accidents ↳ pancake disasters

☆ steve harrington [stranger things]

black and blue ↳ steve's bruised up and pining

drifting away ↳ break-up angst ; leaving town

dreaming ↳ steve's nightmares ; hurt/comfort

sunday morning ♡ ↳ established relationship fluff

wreck my plans ↳ childhood friends to lovers ; holding hands

like magnets ↳ enemies to lovers ; sharing a bed

thunderstorms and lightning ↳ estranged childhood friends to lovers

☆ steve rogers [mcu]

masterlist ✧

☆ stucky [mcu]

the three of us ↳ established bucky/reader ; everyone's in love with steve

call your boyfriends ↳ fake dating

a sunday kind of love ↳ no reader ; 40s stucky

what the heart knows ↳ no reader ; winter soldier angst

#intrepidacious #navigation

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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Hurt/Comfort Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: May 20th, 2024

part one

5 Times Ned Gave Peter His Sweatshirt (ao3) - red_to_black ned/peter T, 6k

Summary: Five times Ned Leeds gave Peter his sweatshirt, and one time Peter returned the favour.

(AKA Ned is a dork in love and Peter's a mess but someone has to take care of him. That someone is Ned.)

AKA the Greater New York PTSD Support Group (ao3) - triedunture bucky/steve/sam E, 12k

Summary: They’ve successfully completed what might be the most dangerous mission in history: the recovery of the Winter Soldier.

Now comes the recovery of Bucky Barnes, which is turning out to be even more difficult.

A story about Bucky coming back to the surface with the help of Steve, Sam, pancakes, video games, the city of New York, assorted Avengers, and beds that–really, let’s be honest here–are too soft to sleep on.

A Marriage of Inconvenience (ao3) - WhinyWingedWinchester loki/tony, natasha/thor, odin/frigga M, 80k

Summary: Forced into an arranged marriage with Prince Loki of Aysgarth, Tony knows that he is not the ideal husband to the son of a king, but he still hopes that he might find true love with his husband like the stories he loves to read of adventures and happily-ever-afters.

Prince Loki, however, does not wish to be married, and he makes this clear to Tony even after their vows have been said before the priest. Life is no better for Tony in Castle Aysgarth than it was back in Iron Reach - he is as unwanted by Loki as he was by his father.

But slowly, things change. There is a steadily growing affection between them, something that might, perhaps, grow into more and Tony can only hope his love for Loki might one day be returned.

But then an assassin strikes unexpectedly, pirates attack, and Tony very well might be living an adventure from one of his books, but it looks like happily-ever-after might be too much to hope for.

At The End Of All Things (ao3) - It-is-the-Hannah (carry_on_my_wayward_outcasts) pepper/tony T, 32k

Summary: In which Peter survives the snap, and that changes everything.

Bend Around the Wind (ao3) - Scyllaya loki/tony E, 403k

Summary: A few months after the battle of New York the God Loki appears back on Stark Tower under chaotic circumstances. This time however he is on the run. Tony Stark gets caught up in the crossfire and is taken along with the Aesir. Can the two of them ever make truce in order to get away? And even if they do, how does one escape from such a dark corner of the universe, when they are so very far away from the Nine Realms, that not even Loki knows the way back home. But first, they need to survive.

Be Still My Foolish Heart (Don’t Ruin This On Me) (ao3) - thiccbuckybarnes steve/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Bucky Barnes ends up at a house party that he really shouldn’t be at on a Saturday night.

– Or, the super angsty high school au I’ve always wanted.

Branded (ao3) - KandiSheek bucky/steve/tony M, 40k

Summary: Every child is born with two marks, one from their mother and one from their father. They say that each mark represents a lesson your soulmates will teach you, that you can gain more and more as you go through life.

Tony was born with four. They said he was destined for greatness. If this is what greatness looks like then Tony doesn’t want it.

Build you up, while fixing myself too (ao3) - marvels_blue_phoenix T, 3k

Summary: Clint let the visions of his nightmare slip away as he sat with the teen until he was done before helping him shakily get to his feet, flushing the toilet before helping Peter swill his mouth out and brush his teeth. As they turned to walk out the door Peter’s knees went weak, Clint held him and slowly lowered him to the floor feeling his heart break as Peter curled around his arm. The man held the shaking teen close to his chest. ~ After the fiasco with Mysterio, Peter is broken. Clint is there to help the kid and promises to build him back up

Bullying (ao3) - xMarrrvelx steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve finds out that Tony has been a victim of bullying for ages…so, naturally, he wants to help.

catching feelings (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/steve, bucky/clint/steve N/R, 3k

Summary: Clint thought that he would be okay when Bucky came back, and he and Steve started spending more time together, because he understood that Bucky was Steve's best friend from the past. Then, the two started getting closer and Clint feels left out, and worries that Steve will leave him to be with Bucky, so he starts distancing himself from his boyfriend to avoid conflict.

Five Times Clint Saw His Teammates, and One Time They Saw Him (ao3) - rohanrider3 clint/natasha T, 15k

Summary: Everyone runs on something. Clint is better than most at seeing at what that is.

And people–especially the Avengers–are full of surprises.

Or, don’t underestimate the “least powerful” team member just because he fights evil with snark and a weapon from the paleolithic era.

Like an Arrow Through a Flock of Doves (ao3) - arsenicarcher (Arsenic), hoosierbitch clint/phil E, 63k

Summary: When he takes the rap for a crime committed by Barney and the Swordsman, Clint is charged as an adult at 17 and spends the next four years of his life without protection in prison. Enter one Neal Caffrey, who knows how to charm his way to whatever he wants or needs, and Clint’s life gets a lot more interesting. Pretty much, the story of Clint in prison, Clint getting out, and Clint, like always, finding his way to SHIELD, and Phil.

Managing (ao3) - ImBadWithWords T, 5k

Summary: Peter Parker is a mess. Clint Barton is too, but that doesn't mean he won't try to help.

me and you +1 (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony N/R, 4k

Summary: Steve discovers that he's pregnant after the events of Civil War, but he doesn't get a chance to tell Tony because Team Cap is currently in hiding, and Steve can't risk calling Tony and getting the others in trouble. Steve is trying to get through the pregnancy, but it's hard when he doesn't have Tony around. He's grateful for Natasha and Sam's support, but it's not the same.

Out Of The Void (ao3) - Lynds loki/tony E, 43k

Summary: Tony goes to help out with the Battle of Greenwich and ends up stuck on Svartalfheim with a half-dead Loki. He’s tempted (very tempted) to leave him there, but the screams are kinda getting to him. He takes him home and patches him up…and then realises that there’s way more to the Trickster than meets the eye.

Pineapple Pizza and how it Saved Peter’s Life (ao3) - Ficbunny T, 8k

Summary: Peter’s being bullied. That’s definitely a problem that Tony will be confronting someone about, but is there more going on?

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez G, 36k

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

Spider-man vs. The Avengers (ao3) - flashbulb_garden G, 28k

Summary: Nick Fury and the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D find out that Tony Stark has a powerful weapon that he made before becoming the Iron Man. Tony refuses to give it over to S.H.I.E.L.D, so seeing no other option they decide to steal it. And the only way to find the weapon is by capturing the 15 year old Spider-Man and convincing him to tell them where it’s hidden. The other Avengers are sent out to find and kidnap Peter Parker, before deciding to save him.

Stolen Relics (ao3) - Kadorienne loki/tony T, 79k

Summary: The only way the Avengers can save Loki from Odin’s torture chamber is to invite him back to Midgard to fight alongside them.

The Evidence (ao3) - StrivingArtist bucky/tony T, 16k

Summary: Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #hurtcomfort #hurtcomfort masterlist #comfort

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sanguineterrain · 2 years ago

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On Wings of Fate (1) - s.r. | b.b.

Summary: You meet a kind stranger one day in the marketplace. He's a pirate, but a good man, he swears. Your knight isn't so sure, but oh, what does he know? You like the pirate; his eyes are like the sea and his smile... oh, his smile is trouble. Yet from the moment he docked at your kingdom's port, you just may have bargained for more than the three of you could ever imagined.

Pairing: knight!Steve Rogers x princess!fem!Reader x pirate!Bucky Barnes

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: none

A/N: i'm back with a new series! this one is stucky x reader, and it's gonna be a fun time!!!

quick note: the setting is purposely vague, as i want all readers to feel included. it's an older setting in terms of technology but there is magic and fantasy themes (aka i will not be following the customs of 18th century England, or anything like that). furthermore, i will be making up a lot of stuff as i go. :)

I do not do taglists anymore! You can follow @sanguine-marvel for new updates on all my Marvel fics.

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"Fish! Fresh fish! Fair price!"

"Veal! Get your veal here!"

You sidestepped bundles of fabric, pulling your hood down further to conceal your face. It was thin, suitable for the summer, yet enough to mask your identity. If any of the shopkeepers or surrounding guards figured out it was you, you'd be eating in your chambers for a month.

"Gems! Precious stones! Treasure your woman!"

You scoffed at that, glancing across the road at the stall with stones that were, undoubtedly, very lovely. One particular necklace caught your eye, cerulean and sparkling in the noon sun. If you bought it, you'd be questioned on where you got it. Especially by your knight. He didn't miss a thing.

It happened too fast. You didn't see the cart until it had already passed, kicking up dust in its wake. The squeal of the horses rang in your ears as a strong arm curled around your waist and yanked you back. You crashed into a strong chest, panicking for a moment, until you realized the owner bore no ill will to you.

"Are you alright?"

Blue. Eyes like the stone in the stall, like the first waves at sea. He stepped back as you caught your breath, heart thumping in your chest. You grabbed the wooden stall for purchase, staring back. He watched you, fingerless gloved hand lifted slightly, ready to catch you if you fell.

"Miss," he repeated. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," you said. "Yes, I am. I—thank you."

He smiled and you decided then that he had a rather kind face, even wrapped in a dark tunic and unpolished boots.

"Careful. These carts move fast. Did they hurt you?"

"No," you breathed, still shaken. "No, I'm fine."

"You sure? Hey." He gently took your wrist, eyes soft. "It's alright. You're safe, I promise. And a promise is no light thing, y'know."

He was being playful on purpose. You wondered if he could feel your ratcheted heartbeat. He was handsome; eyes bright, lips sweet like trouble. You liked him all the same.

"Name's Bucky," he offered, perhaps all too aware of the fact that he was still a stranger.

"Bucky," you repeated. "I—"

"There he is!"

His grin widened, sharp around the edges. It was the telltale warning of palace guards. He winked, calloused fingers eventually slipping from your grip. Swift as a hare, Bucky leapt over the stall bench, much to the displeasure of the owner. You watched, stunned, as he ran. A throng of five guards sped past you with their swords drawn as they gave chase. You followed, making sure not to go in the road.

"Split up!" ordered the leader of the pack, and they did, tearing up the marketplace.

You winced at the blade notches in the passing stalls, the guards careless in their hunt. You'd tried explaining to your father before how reckless some of the men could be in their pursuit of so-called criminals. But the king hardly listened to you these days, taking everything his advisor said as holy word.

Eventually, the guards came to a stop, the leader sweaty and red-faced. He was brawny, with a mustache. Sir Jones. You'd never liked him. Arrogant and brash, he took pride in spilling blood.

“He can’t have gone far," Jones grunted. “Spread out!”

In a far corner, a haystack rustled. You swallowed, then stepped forward, making sure your hood covered part of your face.

“Excuse me, sir,” you began meekly, soft as you could manage. “Are you looking for the runner? Dark hair?”

“Yes,” he answered gruffly. “Have you seen him?”

“Why, yes,” you nodded, lifting a finger. “He went that way, to the woods. He frightened me, sir!”

“Not to worry, woman. We’ll capture him in no time. This way, men!”

You watched, waiting until they were well up the path and towards the forest. The market continued to bustle, people ignoring the commotion. Bits of hay fell to the floor. The cows chewed their cud, unbothered.

Your savior emerged. He crept out carefully, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. He—Bucky—eventually focused on you, plainly confused.

“You led 'em away.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why are the guards chasing you?”

He smiled.

“Because I docked here.”

"Is that all?" you wondered.

Bucky shrugged.

"It's enough. My boots ain't as shiny as theirs. So, I'm a criminal."

“Well, they’re not very bright.”

“Most palace guards aren't known for their wit, miss."

"They're not all like that," you defended.

"No? And how would you know?"

“I have a sense about people.”

Something in his eyes flickered.

“As do I.”

“He’s not there, sire!”

Hooves beat against the cobble, horses whinnying as the guards slowed to a stop. Your heart stuttered as one of them seemed to look straight at you.

“Go down to the docks,” sneered Jones. “He’ll turn up soon enough to catch his precious ship. Hyah!”

They started for the docks. You turned to Bucky, frowning.

“How will you escape?”

“Not my first time,” Bucky said. “Won’t be my last.”

“I can hide you.”

"What?"

Yeah, what? Why were you offering this stranger a safe passage? He certainly was no mere merchant if the guards were chasing him through the city.

"I—" you bit your lip. Bucky looked on in honest bewilderment. "I want to help you. You helped me. You took far more risk than I in your aid."

"I don't know about that," he frowned. "And how? They’ll search everywhere. You may get into trouble.”

“I won’t,” you said. “They won’t suspect me.”

Bucky considered you, then glanced around.

"You sure about this?"

"Yes," you replied, walking back to the castle. "I am."

Not even two steps in, he stopped you, hand gentle on your elbow. Bucky's fingers were adorned with rings—one had a stone just like the sky. Another was a deep scarlet, like the heart of a fire.

“I mean this in the kindest way possible, but are you mad? The castle is the last place I should go.”

“We’ll go through the servant’s quarters. They lead almost directly to the armory. Then you’ll disguise yourself as a knight.”

He hesitated, warily looking you over.

"The servants are preparing for the festival," you reminded. "No one will see you." That was how you'd snuck out originally. Though he couldn't know that. You weren't supposed to be out on your own in the first place.

The quarters were empty, just like you'd predicted, and you went through without a hitch. Training was over for the morning, so no guards were in the armory.

"You're similar height to my—the gate's knight," you said, considering a chestplate. "This ought to fit."

"You still haven't told me your name, you know."

"I know. Try this on." You handed him a helmet.

"Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?" he asked, taking the helmet.

"Perhaps it's that sense of yours."

Down the hall, a door slammed. You froze, then quickly unbuttoned your cloak, stuffing it under a table. Bucky's eyes widened.

"Are those rubies on your neck?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes. You should probably hide right about now."

"You're not a servant. What are you, a lady?"

"Depends on who you ask. Father calls me a menace."

"Y/N!"

You ushered Bucky behind a curtain before he could ask any more questions, yanking them shut.

"What are—"

"Shush, or he'll hear you," you warned. "I'll get you out, but you must be silent. This is a clever knight—not like the ones in the market."

"Y/N, are you here?"

You whirled around a moment before the doors opened.

"Y/N. What… are you doing in here?"

"Steve! You found me faster than usual today. I think you're getting better at this."

You beamed, shuffling away from the curtains. Steve watched you, eyes already narrowed.

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Well, you've certainly been giving me practice. Did you have a nice time sneaking away to the marketplace?"

"Oh," you shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Y/N," Steve sighed. "I've told you time and again not to go without a guard. You don't know who might be looking to harm you. I've been searching for you all morning."

"I'm sorry. You're very right, Steve. It jeopardizes my safety. I should listen to you more often."

"I—yes. Yes, you should." He squinted. "What are you hiding?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You never agree so easily. That means you've done something."

"Me, doing things? Never! That would not be proper of me, Steve. Everyone knows my duty is to sit about with air in my head."

"Which you couldn't do if your life depended on it," he muttered.

"Yes, well, if you'll be on your way, I can get back to practicing."

Steve stepped forward, sword clinking gently. Then he stilled, glancing around. You exhaled quietly, doing your best to keep a neutral face when he noticed the out of place armor.

"Why is that there?"

"Hmm? Oh, well…" You sighed heavily. "I suppose now you should know my secret, Steven. Truthfully, it has always been my dream to be a Royal Guard. I'm terribly envious of all the chainmail you get to wear."

You traced the lines of metal with your finger, gazing longingly.

"Oh, how I wish to feel the cool press of armor on my skin! But such is not a fate for me. Woe—woe, Steve!"

"Try again, Y/N."

"Steven! Would I lie to you?"

"Yes."

"You offend me, knight," you huffed. "That is rather presumptuous of you."

"Presumptuous? You've only been cooking up schemes since we were children."

"Only for good."

Steve looked at you, then at the room. He drew his sword and zeroed in on the curtains.

"No, wait!"

Too late. He flicked open the curtains before you could move. But Bucky was ready.

"Steve, is it? Pleasure."

Steve was one of your father's best soldiers. It had been after he'd won a medal for valor that your father had assigned him to your personal detail. He always kept you safe. Sometimes that also made him a not very good listener.

"Steve, he's not a threat!" you tried again, grimacing at the clash of metal.

Bucky blocked every advance, also skilled with a sword. Steve parred right. You stepped forward—both men were far too determined for your comfort.

Steve glanced at you, concerned, and in a second, the sword slipped from his grasp, landing across the room. Bucky pointed the tip of his sword at Steve's chest.

"Leave Her Highness alone," ordered Steve. "Do what you will with me, but do not harm her."

"And take the lovely princess's handsome knight away? Now why would I do a thing like that?"

"You've no business here."

"I'm helping him, Steve," you explained exasperatedly, inserting yourself between them, hand on Steve's bicep. "Bucky saved my life today, in the market."

"He did what?"

Bucky took a step back, bowing slightly as he sheathed his sword.

"The name's Barnes. Bucky, if you're feeling sweet."

He retrieved Steve's blade, handing it to him.

"You fight well. For a knight."

"Funny," Steve replied. "For a thief."

"Oh, hey now, I'm no thief, Sir Steven. I docked here hoping to refuel for a night. I've committed no crimes."

"And Jones chased him all through the market, Steve, ruining the stalls!" you fumed. "It angers me so, I could just spit."

Bucky grinned.

"Beauty and heart. You've got it all, princess."

"Hang on. Go back to the saving your life part," said Steve, who was assuredly not amused.

"Umm," you started. "Well, there was a tiny thing with a cart in the road and Bucky pulled me back. It was a footnote for the day, really."

"Y/N, this is exactly what I mean! You could've gotten seriously hurt and—"

"But I didn't, Steve! Because of Bucky. And now he needs help. So I'm going to disguise him as a knight and sneak him out of the city."

"Oh, absolutely not. Y/N, I've supported a lot over the years and lied for you even more, but this is ridiculous. You can't stow a criminal in the palace armory."

"Again," chimed Bucky. "Not a criminal."

Steve looked at him, arms crossed.

"You're a merchant then?"

"In a sense."

"I see. And what sort of cargo do you carry, merchant?"

"All sorts. Whatever needs transport."

"Uh-huh. And your documentation for transport?"

"It's on its way," Bucky shrugged.

"Right. Y/N, he's a pirate."

"Steve! What a cruel thing to say," you scolded. "Bucky is an honorable man."

"Honorable men can be pirates," said Bucky. "We exist."

"No such thing," Steve grumbled. "There is no honor among pirates."

"Like there's so much with you knights."

"What would you know about—"

"My God," you cut in. "Will you both quiet down? Bucky, I meant what I said: I will get you to your boat."

"Princess, as kind as that is, I think it would be best if I went on my own. I don't believe your guard dog likes me very much."

"Don't mind him. Steve will come round."

"No, I will not," he said firmly. "Y/N, this is very serious. Please do not make me go to your father."

"You wouldn't! Oh, Steve, don't. Bucky saved my life—he deserves the benefit of the doubt."

"He's a pirate, Y/N! A commoner is one thing, but…"

"Look, I don't wanna cause a tiff between you," said Bucky. "I know when to bow out."

"There'll be no bows yet. Steve, if you trust me at all, you'll help me to help Bucky."

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Y/N, of course I trust you, but—"

"He doesn't deserve to be arrested! So what if he's a pirate? He could've asked for a reward or taken advantage of me, but he didn't."

Steve took your arm, gently steering you across the armory. Bucky nodded, giving a thumbs-up.

"Take your time," he called. "I'll be here, not thieving."

"Y/N," Steve began, lowering his voice. "I know you want to help him and I'm glad he helped you, truly. But if your father catches wind of you consorting with a pirate, he'd have his head and maybe yours too."

"But he wouldn't know! Not if you helped us. Father trusts you. Pierce trusts you."

"Pierce thinks I'm a brainless ass."

"Well, yes. In any case, he'd never suspect you."

Steve glanced at Bucky.

"You're really sure about him?"

"I am. He doesn't deserve the dungeons."

You took one of Steve's large hands in both of your own, hugging it to your chest. Steve lightly curled his fingers around yours. You smiled, bringing his hand up to brush your cheek.

"Please? For me?"

Steve sagged, staring at his hand on your cheek. You grinned, because that look always preceded a yes.

"Fine. But he can't return. I'll only do this one time." He raised his voice as he addressed Bucky. "And if Her Highness is put in any danger, you're on your own."

Bucky held up his hands.

"'Course. Wouldn't want her in any danger either, Sir Steven."

Steve grunted, walking over.

"Dressing you as a guard is our best bet. How long will it take to cast off?"

"Ten minutes at most. With an extra set of hands."

"Alright. The guards rotate every quarter hour. There will be one guard on shift, because you're one man and Jones is disgustingly overconfident. If I can lead him away, that ought to give us—"

"I'll do it," you said. "I can distract him."

"Absolutely not, Y/N."

"Why don't you ever let me have any fun?" you whined.

"Because your idea of fun usually ends up in trouble and the whole point of me helping is to avoid exactly that."

"Oh, please. I've been getting away with trouble since I was a child. Have a little faith, Steve."

"Y/N…"

"It'll be like you two are escorting me around town. I'll be at the docks to giggle and flirt with the uniformed officers because I'm a silly princess with no interests besides men."

"Crafty, aren't you?" Bucky grinned.

"Don't encourage her," grumbled Steve.

"Come on," you pushed, rummaging around for shoulder pads. "We're losing daylight, and I'm not allowed out after dusk. Don't worry, Steve. I promise I'll be safe. Now help Bucky with his armor."

It ended up taking longer than you thought it would, what with their squabbles ("hold still, Barnes" — "it's pinching things that shouldn't be pinched!") but eventually, you did make it out. Bucky was in a full suit of armor, helmet down to mask his face. He was a lot more graceful in it than you expected, which you had to give credit for.

Then came the stables.

"Uh," said Bucky, pushing up his helmet. "I didn't know we were riding."

"How else would we get there?" asked Steve, leading your horse, Hyde, out, then his.

"You'll have to share," you said. "It'll look suspicious if we return with an extra horse."

Bucky nodded, then glanced between you. He took a step towards Steve's horse, a sturdy stallion, meant for traveling long distances. The stallion whinnied loudly, rearing up.

"Steve!" you panicked. Steve cursed, hurrying to soothe him. Bucky backed away, looking a little green.

"I... um," you began. "You can take Hyde with me. He's quite gentle. Stallions are sometimes unpredictable and this one prefers Steve anyhow."

Bucky didn't look convinced.

"Right. It's just, I don't ride often, being a pirate and all…"

"Well, you can't very well walk. Knights would never escort the princess on foot. You might be questioned."

Bucky watched as you mounted Hyde. As he approached, Hyde nickered, tossing his head. You hushed him, keeping him steady. Bucky put one firm hand on Hyde's neck. He whinnied louder, mane flying. You frowned, tightening the reins.

"That's odd. He isn't normally skittish."

You clicked your tongue, riding closer to Bucky, who didn’t look too pleased either.

"Horses don't like me much," he confessed when Hyde stomped one hoof. "I really oughta just walk."

Hyde whinnied, snorting, but eventually, he did let Bucky on. He was a gentleman, holding on with only a single hand on your arm. Bucky was warm, almost too much so for the summertime. He smelled like leather and salt, solid and sure behind you. You shared a look with Steve, whose expression was unreadable.

"We should go. If he becomes too much trouble, walk him the rest of the way," grunted Steve.

"He already doesn't like me," said Bucky.

"I was talking to Hyde."

No one bothered you. In your official dress, away from the shroud of your common cloak, you were every bit regal a princess should be. With two knights at your side, most people kept their heads down as you passed.

It was a blessing and a curse. Steve's grudge with your frequent disappearance wasn't unfounded, but you couldn't enjoy true freedom bogged down by palace guards and their pomp.

"Which one's your ship?" asked Steve.

"There, with the wolf flag," replied Bucky.

There was only one guard, like Steve had said. Bucky hopped off, as did Steve. They broke off from the path to go around a barn, to the ship. You continued straight.

"Y/N, no!" hissed Steve. "Y/N—"

"Pardon me," you called loudly, trotting over. "Guard? Oh, guard?"

"Your Highness?" said the guard. "Your Highness, you should not be without an escort."

"Yes," you agreed and dismounted, watching Steve and Bucky slip past out of the corner of your eye. "You're right. But I just wanted to be at the docks. And you're here! So really, I'm not without protection, am I?"

"I suppose not, milady. But you shouldn't be here alone. I am not supposed to leave my post."

"Oh?" you said, leaning in. "Why is that? Did something happen?"

"Well…"

"It must be something highly important if you're on duty," you cooed. "I know my father would trust you with anything."

A cough that sounded more like a laugh came from behind some boxes. You cleared your throat, smiling even wider.

"Well, yes," said the guard, puffing his chest. "The king can trust me."

"Don't you trust me too, Sir…"

"Gouven," he answered.

"Sir Gouven, of course! I've heard of all your noble deeds."

"You have?"

"Why, certainly!"

Steve and Bucky were still preparing the ship. You hummed sweetly, being sure to block his view.

"Of course I have," you reiterated. "How could I not? You were brilliant in the last battle. The way you handled that lion!"

"L-lion? Oh. Yes, of course. Thank you, Your Highness. Though I really must escort you back to the castle. I'll beckon another guard, one moment…"

"Uh," you began, mind racing. "No, that's alright! Truly. I won't tell a soul."

"I am afraid I cannot leave you unaccompanied. It would be against my honor as a guard."

Oh, brother. You rolled your eyes as he turned, following him around.

"Sir Gouven, my escort will arrive shortly, I swear—"

"I cannot take that chance, milady."

He started walking towards the ship. Shit, shit.

"Oh! Oh, I'm feeling quite faint!"

And down you went.

Gouven did not react well. You made a mental note not to rely on him in case of emergency. While he ran around like a headless chicken, trying to decide what to do with you, you opened your eyes.

Bucky and Steve were both frozen in concern. Steve looked ready to leap to your aid. You lifted your head, because really? Did they think you could faint on command like that?

Go, you mouthed, waving your hand, and they both jumped into action. Idiots.

"Gods, gods," Gouven bemoaned. "They're going to lock me in the stockade after this! Stay right there, Your Highness. I'll return!"

You shut your eyes, rolling onto your back. It was a pleasant summer day and the sun felt good on your face. You sneezed, then yawned. Summers were always lovely at home.

"Having fun?"

You opened one eye, adjusting to the shadow cast over you from Steve's frame.

"That was quick."

"He's efficient," Steve admitted. "Bothersome as he is, I'm sure he makes a wonderful pirate."

"Sir Steven, I'm touched."

You grinned at Bucky, who had a coil of rope slung over one shoulder, his pack on the other. You reached out one hand and Steve sighed before gently pulling you up.

"It wasn't a compliment," he grumbled.

"'M choosing to take it as one," chirped Bucky.

He turned and bowed properly, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Princess, I owe you my life. If you ever need anything, well, I'll be in port again shortly. Somewhere."

"That's kind of you. But I'm just glad you're safe, Bucky."

He took your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles. You smiled, unable to help your giggle.

"Speaking of, you ought to get going," interrupted Steve. "Gouven will be back soon."

Slowly, Bucky released your hand, glancing at Steve.

"Fine, fine. Stevie, been a pleasure. Keep up that right par, and don't get distracted."

Bucky winked, saluting, rings glinting in the sunlight. He jogged back to his boat. It took another minute before he was rolling off, sails fluttering.

"I like him," you decided.

"Hmph."

You smirked, nudging Steve's rib.

"You're just upset he bested you in a duel."

"He's full of himself."

"He's charming!"

"Far too reckless."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is Steve Rogers lecturing about being reckless?"

"Yes," he said, straight-faced. "It's a terrible habit, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"Not to mention, he's a disaster with a horse."

"Well, not everyone can be as perfect as you, Steve."

"Please promise me that you will not be helping any more pirates," he said, helping you onto Hyde, then climbing onto the stallion.

"We'll see," you replied, riding ahead of him. "Today was rather thrilling!"

"You're lucky it wasn't Jones here."

"Oh, as if that man has anything beyond weeds inside his head."

"Your Highness!"

You and Steve stopped, halfway to the castle.

"Your Highness! Your High—"

Sir Gouven skidded to a stop, hunched over. He panted, holding a vial of salts. You tilted your head.

"Sir Gouven. Whatever do you have that for?"

"You—you'd fainted, milady! I thought… I thought that…"

"Oh, that! It was hardly a faint. I was merely resting my eyes."

His face was covered in sweat and he himself looked ready to collapse.

"But…but you were unconscious."

"Not particularly. I was terribly tired, you know."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish's. You took pity.

"Still," you continued. "Thank you, Sir Gouven. I will surely tell Father about your dedication to the crown."

"Huh?"

"And look! Sir Steven's here. Isn't that fortuitous?

"Gouven," greeted Steve, nodding. "Hard at work, I see."

"I—but… milady, are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He looked blankly at the vial.

"Are you alright, Sir Gouven?"

"I… think so."

"Good," you said. "Goodbye, then."

Steve chuckled once you were out of earshot. "Poor Gouven. He's a decent knight."

"I'll tell Father to award him a medal of valor. You knights love those, don't you?"

"That's not exactly how it works, Y/N."

"Come now, Steve. We just smuggled a wanted pirate back to his ship. I think I can manage a medal."

You glanced back. The docks were tiny now, the ocean a small strip of blue on the horizon.

****

"Your Highness?" came a voice from outside your chambers. She knocked softly. Your maid, Petunia.

"Yes?" you called back.

"I don't mean to disturb, my lady, but the king desires your presence for dinner."

You sighed, turning over.

"Do I have to?"

"I think it would be best, my lady," was the quiet reply. "You've not dined together in many weeks."

"Because he's been away," you grumbled, dragging yourself out of bed.

"Would you like me to help you dress, my lady?"

"No, thank you, Petunia. I'll be down shortly."

You opted for a simple blue gown, not bothering with accessories. As frustrating as your father could be, he'd never been too strict about attire in the castle. As long as you were clothed, you were decent.

"Ah, Y/N! Please, come in."

You entered the dining hall at your father's beckoning. He was quite pleasant, more than you'd seen him in many months. You took the seat to his left as you usually did. The extra setting across from you didn't escape your notice.

"Father, welcome home. How was your trip?"

"Good, very good. There was much to discuss. And now, I think it's time I include you in the discussions. You are old enough, after all."

"I am," you agreed, perking up. "What sort of discussions?"

"I hope you have not started without me, my king," interrupted a smooth voice.

Lord Pierce leisurely took his seat, meeting your eye immediately. The king's advisor, and your father's right-hand man for many years, Pierce was the one to suggest you be removed from any political meetings.

"My lady, how nice to see you. We've not spoken in a long time."

"No, we have not," you said, waiting until he broke eye contact first. Good.

"I was just about to tell Y/N the news," your father continued, helping himself to a thick slab of roast.

"Oh, splendid. I did say she ought to be in the know, when the dust had settled."

"How thoughtful of you, Lord Pierce," you smiled, gummy and fleeting.

"I may as well get on with it. I have made the decision to rescind our treaty with the Kingdom of Faleron."

Your fork clattered onto your plate. Pierce calmly bit into a honeyed apple.

"What? But you and King Faleron have been allies for nearly two decades."

"It has come to my attention that strange magics have been reared toward our city. He is our closest neighbor, and King Lahan has expressed to me in confidence that he has noticed poxes plaguing his own kingdom. Faleron is the only one among the six kings who is known to be sympathetic to magic users. And I excused it at first, but no more."

"But Father, that makes no sense," you argued. "You and Faleron are friends. You benefit mutually from your alliance. It would be foolish to upset you or any of the other kings."

"Yes, daughter, it is quite foolish. And that is why we must wage war."

"Have you tried discussing it with Faleron?" you asked.

"Of course he has," interjected Pierce. "Your father is a reasonable man, Your Highness. Faleron denied it and insulted your father. The nerve of him, offending a man who's shown nothing but grace and a fair hand."

"He said this to your face, Father?" you balked. King Faleron was a hothead but he'd never been known to lose his temper towards his fellow kings.

"Pierce went on my behalf. Words were exchanged."

"I see."

"Regardless," continued Pierce. "We cannot be seen as weak. With magic spreading, it would be certain doom to retreat now."

"Faleron's men are barbaric," you said. "They'll tear the city apart. Our people don't deserve a war, Father."

"I do not want this war anymore than you do, Y/N, but it's not something we can ignore. We will have the support of neighboring kingdoms. Do not worry."

"I just think it's risky to move so quickly."

"Risky when we have spies?" your father countered.

You frowned. Pierce continued to eat.

"Spies?"

"Surely you saw the extra guards at the docks today," sniffed Pierce. "I hear you were out without an escort, Your Highness."

"Actually, I was accompanied by Sir Steven. But thank you very much for your concern, Lord Pierce, unnecessary as it is."

Pierce's eye twitched.

"Steven is a good man," your father jovially confirmed. "I trust him with my life. But I do not want you alone, Y/N. It's true. We had a dirty pirate escape today. Captain Jones informed me that he was a spy of Faleron's."

Bucky? A spy?

"Oh my," you said, picking at your potatoes. "Will they catch this brute?"

"If he ever returns, you can be sure they will," replied the king. "Jones' men are the best."

"You're right, Father. Especially that one knight, Sir Gouven. He's been very good to me."

"Has he now? Well, I shall keep that in mind."

"I did not know you were familiar with the knights, my lady," said Pierce, chewing on a chicken bone. "Well, except for Sir Steven. You two are rather… close."

"Certainly, I would meet the men who would lay their lives down for this kingdom. It is important to know where people's loyalties lie, don't you think, Lord Pierce?"

"Quite." He stood, tapping his chin with his napkin. "And now, I must retire. If you'll both graciously excuse me. I must plan for my journey to consult King Lahan."

"Of course, Alexander," enthused your father. "I thank you for all your help."

"It has been an honor and pleasure, my king. Thank you for your cooperation."

Pierce nodded at you. You nodded back, waiting until his footsteps disappeared.

"Father, please do not declare war on Faleron. It is a horrible idea. People will die."

"I will not discuss it any further, Y/N. Magic is dangerous, and I cannot let it run free in my kingdom."

"Don't you think it's strange that King Faleron would respond so harshly? You two are practically brothers."

He sighed.

"I wish things were different. He is like a brother to me. But this isn't something I can excuse. Faleron has always been a loose cannon, Y/N. This is best for us and the kingdom."

The king rose, smiling gently.

"Try not to fret over it, my daughter. I know you, and how you worry. Everything will be alright."

You sat, long after he left, staring at the bits of honeyed apple and meat bones.

What if everything wasn't alright?

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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

— BUCKY BARNES COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Dark Pirate! Bucky Barnes x Siren! Female Reader

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| A/N | DISCRETION |

Not going to lie, this part was really kicking my arse to the writer's block gutter. Roll post!

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — some profanity — oral (female) receiving — submissive reader — possessive/dark Bucky — usage of pet name "Siren"/"my little Siren" — mention of breeding (kink) — very minor fluff moment — depiction of violence — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

He is your captain. You should want for nothing more and yet you do. You play this game of allure, and you're sure he knows it, but still you must try; ignore what could have been. However, as his siren, you'll learn that your curiosity has consequences.

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The thin line of your slitted pupils blow outward, crafted into the circular shape humans find familiar. Hair now dry and groomed, you style it in a way you know Bucky can’t resist. Your goal to ensnare him purposefully, to conduct yourself properly as a siren, finally takes its mark. The task itself foreign and yet like you’ve done it before. The dark thrill of the hunt, the pleasurable anticipation to allow the song to lure in your prey, but it’s a song you cannot recall. It’s all a hefty risk that you fear outweighs the gain. Bucky is not one to be so easily fooled, always several steps ahead at every turn.

Your eyes take in the small details of your face, each curve, line and mark that define your features. You’d been resigned to taking shelter in your captain’s cabin until the festivities, the crew ordered to perform double time to meet their deadline, they too were also very eager to enjoy the night’s fun.

From your lap, the pure white feline purrs, eyes thinned as you delicately stroke her chin. Alpine meows, stealing your gaze from the nervous reflection and you feel the corners of your lips pull into a smile.

“Beautiful girl…,” you coo, voice barely above a whisper, “Who is a beautiful girl?”

“Mrrow.” Alpine’s answer is louder this time, ears twitching at the sound of heavy, leather boots striking the wooden boards beneath his feet.

“Both my girls are beautiful.” He emerges from the near darkness behind you, candlelight stroking across his features, sharp and dangerously handsome. Blinking, you lower your head as you swallow, hand now faltering from Alpine.

Bucky’s flesh hand extends over your shoulder and with ease, lifts Alpine up from your lap, she meows lowly as he rests her over the massive territory of his chest, his tongue tuts soothingly, hand running up and down her back, the feline rubs her head against his stubbled jaw. How tender your captain could be always manages to astound you, these moments that allow him to show something soft lingering below the surface. His smile is infectious, leaving you burning in your core, both in nerves and desire. With his sights now set on you, he places Alpine aside, her sleek and elegant saunter moves out of the mirror’s perimeter, no doubt finding a small space to curl up into.

A dark and foreboding structure from behind, his lower half is pressed against your back, your lungs jump at the contact, lips parting with a startled gasp that now tremble slightly. Your eyes become wide, held captive by his lustful glare. The song plays quietly, tickling the back of your mind, its presence more ghostly than before, slowly succumbing to silence. Its tune haunts you with longing to be found before time escapes it.

His flesh hand runs over the column of your throat, able to feel every gulped breath and the quickened pulse of your heartbeat under his touch.

“I have something for you,” he says deeply, stirring you. “Been meaning to have my name on you for some time.”

Your brows form into a puzzled arch. From the leather strap of his belt, your captain’s metal fingers meet a cord of silver. The matching metal coin adorning the chain sways as he lifts it into view, and obediently, you sweep aside any lingering locks of hair and angle your chin. It’s cold against your skin, and in comparison to size, the coin nestles low between the valley of your breasts and down against the bottom of your sternum, covered barely by your robe that loosely sits around your shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my name ‘round your neck,” he groans, hand returning to caress your throat. His eyes admire the way your chest rises and falls, the engraved head of a snarling wolf reflecting in the soft candlelight.

You stare, eyes wide in your admirable study of the piece yourself, seeing how it… fits you, coldly and harshly and yet so rightly. “I do?”

“Aye,” he says with a grin. “And since I got a piece of you, may as well match.”

Your fingers toy with the medallion, thumb rolling over the engraved markings on the side that kisses your skin.

J. A. M. E. S.

B. A. R. N. E. S

Each letter is one taught and now known to you. One by one, you pronounce them internally, spelling the name of your beloved captain, a man whose name you’ve never once said aloud. Nor has he ever said yours. Does he even know yours?

The tone of his growl betrays the cool of his demeanour, giving away the hunger of seeing you with your hair like it is, it has an unruly affect on him only he can understand. Could you do it now? Lure him in, satiate his carnal desires and take the necklace?

Not likely. Not with his crew up and about with nothing to distract them enough, enabling you a given window to find Mina and have her appraise the necklace. Hell, you doubt you’d actually make it to the door before Bucky would have you back in his grasp. Those rare times he wouldn’t stir the moment you left the bed were saving graces.

“You do things to me, my little Siren,” he purrs, lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in their wake along the side of your neck and down over your exposed shoulders. With each laden caress to your skin, methodical and underlying in lust, he perverts your mind with needs only satiable by him, leaving you under the spell of no other choice.

Bound to him, you serve him. You need him. Nearing the curve of your jaw, your head turns until your lips ghost in the proximity of one another, every single breath mingling as if for the first time again. Enchanting. Hypnotic. It’s him who provokes with the first move, flecks of his stubbled jaw tickle your skin in the meeting of his hungering kiss, at first moving slowly as he draws you in.

And like many times before, you fall for him. You fall into his inescapable web. You moan quietly, softly just as the necklace’s fading song.

“Like what?” Your voice dances with the invisible, soft ribbon of a whisper, a gentle request in rise to a challenge he has no capability to fail nor deny.

How aware you very much are of his sexual prowess. An undeniable magnetism. The pinkish contour of his mouth creases, moulded into a darkened smirk as his brighter eyes shine. Lit aflame as they only saw you.

Time has ways to fool. It can feel that the single hour of a day extends over the course of a thousand years before the sun’s slumber. But it can also move faster than you can blink. Your captain turns you to face him in the span of the latter and pushes you, now quivering legs knock the vanity against the wooden panels of the wall with a clunky thud, glass vials and exotic elixirs clatter together a dangerous symphony in warning to the haste of both your actions.

For in the tinted and crystallised fragments of each one of those bottles, you are just as guilty for their shaking by seduction. As per what a siren does. What a siren is.

He moves with his tongue, mouth and teeth, gnawing and biting and reclaiming you, guided by the fever of his longing, hard against you do you feel his endowment pulse ragingly and your walls clamp tight around nothingness. Painful, it makes your voice shrink with softened, pathetic whimpers. Each one more needy than the last in tandem with the bloom of your core.

He groans behind a flurry of stringed curses, each one tying the noose of his sensual demise, his loss of demeanour with every moment he finds himself delving lower. From the base of your neck to the arching bridge of your collarbone, down further and over the mounds of your now exposed breasts that expand with quickened breath, your robe hides from him none that he has not seen before. Bare before him and following his lacing kisses that descend, your spine curls forward, arching under his command.

He channels his authority to dominate you until your will is naught but a broken form of submission, ready and eager to be used by him. By the time he reaches just above where you need him, he hikes you up until you're nestled atop the small, wooden slat of the vanity. Seated there on a makeshift throne.

“C-Captain,” you squeak, voice knotted and pleading.

He’s perched, a man dropped down to his knees in his reverie of aroused worship, he inhales the scent lingering between your thighs, folds slick and dripping into the wooden oak. He tuts his tongue teasingly. “Siren, Siren, my little Siren…”

You feel the rasping growl of his drawled timbre right before his tongue lashes your folds, an attack so abrupt and astoundingly chilling to your core that lights you in shock, your legs jolt in surprise. Your left hand slides into the tousles of his brown locks, scrunched between your fingers to his roots, your other hand struggles to capture a hold of anything else.

“Captain Barnes…”

You moan under a gasping breath. Out of sheer desperation to ground yourself as your captain more than happily grounds himself in your cunt, your struggles end when you gain hold of the dangling pendant at your chest. Thumb toying with it, tracing the letters as if you were performing the act on your own sensitive pearl.

Each stroke is rewarded with a tune of euphoria, poured from the graces of your parted lips, akin to the pure waters of the falls nestled deep in the Caribbean jungles. He moves your legs to spread further for him and you obey, lost in the swelling passion of his heated tongue and breath spoiling you with the sweetened promise of release.

You don’t forget the way he teased you back at the tavern, the encouragement that raised roars and cheers from his crew, meanwhile his fingers were at play. However much you’d grown bashfully compliant with the idea your captain would take you whenever it suited him, be it in private confinement or in the view of those around him, you believe you’d have pathetically begged him in front of his crew to take you right there and then.

That is what the man between your legs did to you. Like stained blood to the watered cloth, he washed away all sense of reason. There was only him. Left behind were the stains to be recognised at a later time, to reflect what it was you put aside for your captain and his affections.

His stubble gently prickles and tickles your skin delightfully, a soothing massage to the intensity of his tongue now delving deep into the walls of your clenching cunt, mewling quietly for more. Your fingers, grasping both silver medallion and locks of hair, tug and tighten in your fight to keep your ever rising orgasm at bay. Not until he gives his command.

He makes a baritone sound that inflicts upon you a dangerous reverberation. Your spine is rattled by the onslaught to your core, your skin aflame and consumed wholly as your captain sucks on the sensitive bulb of your clit, teeth gentle yet primal with need; his declaration.

“C-Captain!” you all but sob quietly as the flat of his tongue presses firm to your clit, “Please! Let–let me cum…”

Like the twisting of a rope, you fear the cord will snap any moment. He groans and buries himself furthermore between your thighs that threaten to constrict around him, muscles quivering with a painful, straining ache. But Bucky cares not for that, he wants you begging as a blabbering and moaning mess like every other time he has his way with you.

His tongue withdraws much to your verbal dismay. “My little Siren wants to cum?”

“Y-yes! Yes!” The soft, slick-ridden form of his lips curl into a grin against your inner thigh. He lays a kiss to your pulsing clit, you gasp out of fear that he’d made you cum right there.

“Then answer me…” He growls and rises, his shoulders feel to cage you. His hands travel the natural bend of your legs until he grapples you towards him. Your hands fly forward to lay flat to his expanding chest, spanning over the dark printing of ink, your slickened cunt pitched right on the contour of his clothed, hardened cock.

“Who’s bastard will you carry in your belly?”

The golden coin drops loudly, your walls clench hard around nothing and your chest holds the weight of burdened air. Captain James Barnes, the most infamously renowned pirate to ever sail these waters, desired to breed you.

The syllable of your response stutters on the tip of your tied tongue.

Over his eyes is the shroud of his growing and darkening impatience. He remains to hold you against him, grip sure in its resolution to keep you captive.

“Siren,” he growls, voice low and venomous with a rumble.

“I—” Words are stolen from you at the rapturing knock on the cabin’s door, stirring the attention of yourself and your captain. Through the wooden barrier, Roger’s voice is the grace that rescues you from answering Bucky.

“All is done for the voyage, Captain.” Bucky’s wintery gaze slides away, glaring. “Shall we head off?”

“Aye,” comes the swift succession of your captain. He looks to you again, fingers of flesh, bone and dominating power clutch you in his grasp by your hair.

“When we return after, you’d better have the right answer on that tongue of yours.”

You nod stiffly. Obediently. Only then does he release his hold.

Your hair unravels from its styled form, falling back into its natural state. But that pales in comparison now that you’re aware of your captain’s new obsession.

A crack of powder and a flaming spark ignites an eruption of cheers, silhouettes dance and gather around the bonfires lining the beach, acting as enlarged beacons in the night, from the old and famed forefathers of the code to the spry and fresh-faced lad who leapt off his officer’s ship in search of adventure.

Oh yes, you’d seen it happen. And only one young lad had lived to tell his tale. Innocently charming and boyish Peter recounts the details of his recently taken resume around the fire to the few elders of stranger crews who’d asked if he was too green to drink them under the table.

A young man who chose to make his fortune on the sea, a member of the royal navy if he was lucky, and only three months he’d been aboard before your captain descended upon the brig with a howling explosion and cloud of sabotage.

Callous and black hearted, the White Wolf had intended to leave no survivors; until you intervened on the boy’s behalf. Suffice to say, your captain was very well convinced that night. A few of the man huffed in laughter, one jabbing at Peter roughly and tossing the bottle into his hands, urging him to drink with a yellow and copper stained shout.

Cliques of your crew were formed, either in familiar groups or with other estranged faces you can barely remember. Other than Mina, those unfamiliar faces remained as such, you didn’t take the time to interact with those not of your captain’s crew. The gathering is quite large - an unlawful ball - you often call these sorts of events.

Glancing around, you don’t find Mina anywhere close to the bonfire, and you turn your eyes to the terrain beyond the fire’s glow, at the sandy bank’s seam between light and darkness. Still, you don’t see her.

“Siren,” his voice beckons your wayward attention. Turning your head, he sees the unsure nature of your thoughts, able to read you like an open book. His flesh hand is held out, silent in his request, you step towards him and allow your smaller hand to meet his. His fingers are strong and sure as they curl around you and usher you inwards to him.

To his chest, he embraces you, hand in hand. Skin to skin and skin to metal. His forehead leans to press against yours and you’re absorbed by the magnetism of his charm, a siren beaten at her own game and by no less, your beloved captain.

He tilts the axis of his form and drives action to his left, taking you with him as he leads you, bodies swaying together to the instrumental play of strings and wind and song.

You come to forget yourself and your initial purpose to be so close to him. He moves back to twirl you before you’re returned to his closeness, a musical chord of a giggle erupts in the chamber of your chest, a feeling of giddiness fills you and makes your eyes seemingly brighten like stars. His grin infectiously rouses you in a sense that smothers all reason beyond that is not him; your love and adoration for him.

As you move with him, following his rhythm with a grin that forms from ear to ear, your bare foot bumps into the leather of his boot and you giggle again. “Drunk, Love?”

“No!” you laugh from the heart and Bucky cannot contain his own amused enjoyment. Overtaken, he’s smitten by your eagerness to dance.

To be in his arms like this reminds you of your first dance with Bucky, on board The Avenger, after a particular raid. Spirits were high, roaringly so, and the crew were in a celebrating mood after such a feat. You’d not been on the ship for no more than two months and were still very much on the shy end in terms of engaging with the crew, Natasha being the only one you confided in.

However, sitting on the sidelines with your back pressed to the wooden panelling of the ship served no pleasing sight for Captain Barnes from across the way, situated on a barrel with a bottle lazed in his lap. With a haughty and smug swig, he swaggered on over and stood before you proudly, a chest of inked muscle puffed out and extended his hand down to you.

“Come on,” he had cooed, much to your astounded horror. He’d spied you admiring the way the others danced about on the deck. Mesmerised by your morbid curiosity.

Man’s tongue still new to you, you of course fumbled over your excuses with muted mumbles and dialled expression that told of your reluctance. But he was adamant you accompanied him in the next dance. His hand took yours and hoisted you, up on your bare feet, he carried you on over the deck close to him.

“It’s easy, Lass,” he chuckled as he looped your fingers with his own. “Like this. One, two, three… one, two, three…”

Your eyes veered down to his feet to see whatever pattern he conducted and you followed suit. Or at least tried. Many times you hobbled and stumbled over his own feet. The water was all you’d known.

You would giggle and laugh, filled with an embarrassment that Bucky found charming, he accepted your apologies without so much as a desire to reprimand you.

It was rather exciting. Humans could be funny with how they danced and moved about, some able to glide so seamlessly; much like your captain. The grace of his strong physique unmatched prowess with the governing of his skill and technique. A sight one truly worthy to admire. Overall, your wonderment shone in your eyes brightly that night. And Bucky was struck by it.

Continuing, he guided you and you came to learn how he moved - how to move with him. Spinning you in a circle, tilting you back until a surge erupted in your stomach, and being in close proximity to him. Forehead heated from his exertions, he pressed it to yours as he swayed with you, chest to chest. His soft lips took a chance to ghost over yours.

A hand of metal ran down to hold your hip and fingers of warm flesh coasted your jawline, tilting your gaze just that bit higher to meet his eyes you’d regarded with a fearsome glare. But they smiled, the blue in them inviting, a connection that felt so right.

That was the night Captain Barnes made you his siren.

Alas, a cherished memory that is tainted within a moment. Eyes flickering over, you see a form loom in the shadows behind the rocky formation further down the beach. Mina.

It comes back to you. What it is you must do. The betrayal you have to enact to find the truth which Bucky guards from you. Tears brim in the line of your eyes and they glisten in the fire light at the thought that this may very well be your last dance with your beloved captain. Your captor, but no less, the one man you’ve come to believe possesses the power to mend and break your heart.

Capturing the expressive nature of your sorrow, Bucky looks to peer behind him. But before he has any possible chance to discover anything of your scheme, knowing that Mina’s tendencies oftentimes mean nothing but give cause of strife, your fingers catch the dark stubble of his chin.

“Kiss me.” It’s not common that you’re bravely forward in your demands. Yet from his throaty hum, you can safely assume he holds no qualms about it.

So long as he believes the portrayal of devotion you display, he is none the wiser. That is your hope as you submit yourself to him, allowing his tongue to run its dominating course and melting into the sweetened poison that beckons you to crave more. He pulls you impossibly closer to him.

It is your sole and waning hope as with one hand, you brace it to his muscular chest, whilst the other ghosts over the flesh of his hand and the gilded circlet of gold around it.

Almost. The chain slides quickly down the back of his hand and you flinch. A gasp jostles from the back of your throat in quiet alarm, which you act quickly, feigning a whimper he recalls as a plea for merciful breath. His mouth pulls away with a sigh, drinking in your essence like a drug he vies for without restraint. Your lips stretch into a bashful, toothy grin, one that Bucky endearingly smirks at.

Just in the motion Bucky intended to sweep you off your feet in lead to dance, a hand slaps the firm muscle of his broad shoulder.

“Fortune ahead, Cap’n!” hiccups Tony with a slight drunken slur, eyes hazed in his stupor. Bucky’s steely gaze falls from you to glare at his master of navigation’ hand, sneering like a disturbed wolf.

Your window. Fleeting as a sleek shadow, you cast your steps backwards until you near the further end of the gathering and away from prying eyes. Ducking into the darkness you chase after Mina who leads you along the beachside, the trickling cold of the water’s edge tickles your feet.

“Here,” she directs swiftly and pulls you into the ankle deep water right in a small enclave of rocks. You hold up the prize in your hand in show and she nods, gaze firm in its admiration.

“In the water. Quickly, now.”

You do as she instructs and with your hands cupped, you plunge the pearl into its mother waters, letting the small waves lap and roll it over your fingers. With a hasteful gesture, Mina urges you and you give it to her. She inspects it with an occasional glance over her shoulder and you do much the same.

“The voices… grow silent still,” you sigh, eyes cast with tears of defeat. But she lays a hand to your shoulder in comfort.

“The water is not enough, but there is another way, though one that shall ask for more risk.”

Your eyes implore her to continue. You’ve come this far…

“Blood is the only remedy to revive the song.” She watches you, eyes wide as you all but lay your palm flat to the caressing wind that sweeps up the sandy embankment, your other hand bearing your elongated claws.

But she stops you. “A hex consumes the pearl, young one. Your blood alone won’t suffice. The blood of Captain Barnes is also required.”

“His blood?” you hiss. Your shoulders fall to a slump and your neck cranes forward, hair loosely falling over to hide your fearful dismay. Were you to resign to your fate, never to know the truth?

The thought to draw his blood chills you just as much as the husky thrum of his voice behind you, summoning your fear and obedience to turn and look at him.

In sync, both you and Mina turn swiftly to meet the gaze of your captain, eyes silently taunting your next move. Behind him, the barrier of scornful glares cut into you with the worth of a thousand daggers.

“What is your next move, Siren?”

He stalks you into the water now. The ocean wraps around your waist, his form an apparition of terrorising beauty, waves thrusting into him as though to push him back towards shore. He scoffs at the defiance before him, arms held out in mockery that he contains no ill-mannered intent.

“Come, Siren, you know me,” he purrs lowly.

Mina pushes you behind her as the blinded allure in your eyes takes hold from his words, she utters under the harshness of her breath, “Go.”

You move to turn and dive but Mina’s shriek stops you. Finding her trapped in your captain’s arms, her back pressed to him, his flesh hand brandishes a knife to her exposed throat, the shine of metal blinks carnivorously against the juncture between her neck and jawline; her face sprawled into a defeated wince.

His lips pull back into a menacing snarl. “The necklace or her life.”

Clenching the necklace in the basin of your palms, amidst your frantic, tearful gaze, you take a moment to study its worth.

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januaryembrs · 3 years ago

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MARVEL MASTERLIST ↴

OTHER MASTERLISTS ↴

✦ MAIN MASTERLIST

✦ STAR WARS MASTERLIST

✦ GAME OF THRONES MASTERLIST

THE OTHER MAN | A soft morning with your love makes him realise you also see a future with him

RIGHTFUL OWNER | Rogers!reader. After hearing on the news there is a new Captain America, you decide to take back what’s rightfully yours

SAVIOUR | Bucky comforts you in between the odd grey area the two of you had found yourself in.

ANOTHER NIGHT | Matt threatens your brother after he finds out he’s hurt you, and makes you a promise that blurs the line of your friendship.

COMING SOON…

LAST KNIGHT IN SOHO - MASTERLIST

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Avatar!Reader series | She’s all Steven can think about in between the missing days and the American man inside his head. When Harrow’s jackals leaves Marc with a difficult choice, his hectic life is spun out of control as Seth, God of Violence and Chaos, comes to reap his reward in the form of a woman from Soho with a dark past and a crush on Steven Grant. (Lightly inspired by Last Night in Soho dir. Edgar Wright)

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE | Marc had always carried her with him, since they were small kids playing pirates in the yard, before things got messed up by grown up feelings and burdens. It’s not until he sees her twenty years later, he realises he should have saved her.

DRABBLES

Sweet Mornings

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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Hoist the Colours - 1/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader

Summary: Bound to your human form and cut off from the sea, your life is exchanged from pirate to pirate, until a ship of the King intercepts a sale, taking you onboard and saving you from a fate worse than death.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Kinda slow burn

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long so I figured meh, what the hell. It’s mega inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End cause Calypso owns my uwu and I love the story of her and Davy Jones. Um, I hope you enjoy!

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His hands gently caress your skin, gentle with you, a stark contrast to the man who rules the seas. He treats you as if you're delicate, though he knows you're not.

His touches are so, so tender.

"I love you, my (Y/n)."

Fingers skimming over your back, trailing over your spine and down your legs. His hold on your body is soft, while the hold on your heart is strong.

"I love you, James. My love for you will never die. You hold my heart in your hands." He holds the back of your head with one hand, tilting you back a bit so he can look into your eyes, crystal blue depths pouring out emotions while saying few words.

"You have my heart, and you shall continue to have it until the day I die."

“Are we ready to set sail, Captain?” The young man looks up through his lashes, squinting against the harsh sun and the spray of the sea.

“Aye, I think we’re ready. What say you, James?” The blond man looks to his first mate, who stands by the edge of the ship, staring out across the open water with a small smile on his face.

“The wind will be with us today. Our journey will be bountiful. There’s a change in the tide, a new dawn on the horizon.” Steve grabs his friend’s shoulder, looking into his eyes.

“I can feel her, Steve. We’re getting close. I know it.” The blond smiles and looks over to the boy, nodding once.

“All hands, prepare to make sail!” He shouts, running down the stairs to alert the rest of the crew.

Steve walks over to his helmsman, patting him on the shoulder.

“Where to today, Captain?” Sam asks with a grin.

“We head for Tortuga,” he says, glancing over at James. The brunet nods, eyes focused on the sea.

~*~

“All hands! Battle Stations!”

You shift to your knees on the hard wooden bed, looking out through the tiny porthole.

“What is it?” Wanda asks, her voice scratchy and hoarse.

“The Royal Navy,” you whisper, bound hands grabbing handfuls of your dress to move it out of the way, allowing you to sit more comfortably to watch as the three ships converge on the one you’re currently imprisoned upon.

“What will they make of us?” She wonders aloud, fingers spinning dainty red circles in the air. You bite your lip, knowing too well what they’ll make of you.

“Our chances of survival are higher with them than with our current captors.” She shrugs, lying back down as cannons boom overhead.

You close your eyes, exhaling deeply through your nose and conjuring what you can.

It’s effective, and the sky is soon booming with thunder. The ocean tugs and turns, waves crashing against the ship, the fighting getting drowned by the rain.

You hear the tell-tale thuds of the ship being boarded, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re transferred from one cage to another. But you hope that the new cage will be slightly more comfortable.

Two sets of feet clomp down the stairs and you and Wanda both sit up.

A man wearing the signature red and gold of the King walks towards you.

A young boy, easily no older than sixteen, stumbles after him.

“Boy!” He shouts, turning to him. He cowers, clearly not wanting to get hurt.

“Why are these women in chains?” He demands. The boy looks at you, his eyes widening for a moment before he swallows hard.

“C-cap’n says that they be witches. He locked ‘em down here to protect the crew. Said it bad luck to bed them.” The King’s man stares at you then at Wanda.

“Witches? How?” The boy’s fingers tremble as he points to Wanda.

“Th-that one there, she be a true witch. With red flames and a sixth sense. She can control men to do her bidding. Cap’n locked ‘er up with them special chains, keeps her powers at bay.” Wanda’s eyes glow a fiery red as she’s reminded of the mistreatment the Captain has shown the two of you.

“And this one here?” The man steps closer to your cell door, eyeing you closely.

“She be of godly descent. Power over the wind and tide, no doubt the conjurer of the storm. She be tied to the ocean and the ocean to her. She controls the monsters, the demons that lurk in the deep. Cap’n treated her better than any woman deserves, but he stopped, got lazy. And this is her punishin’ us for it. You mark my words. She created that storm.”

The man cocks his head to the side in curiosity.

“Bring them over. The boy too. The King will want to hear about this.” The boy quickly unlocks your cells, and then you’re being ushered up the stairs and above deck.

The sky, which was dark and dangerous nought five minutes ago, is clear and blue. Dead bodies lay askew on the deck, blood staining the wood.

The men of the King stop and stare as you and Wanda are ushered towards the gangplank.

A man whistles, his hand coming to your shoulder, and you wrench yourself out of his grip, levelling him with a hard glare as a boom of thunder explodes overhead, a crack of lightning touching down on the water beside the ship.

Everyone is silent, the Captain staring at you in wonder and awe.

“No one is to touch the women,” he announces loudly, making sure all his crew can hear.

“They are to be treated with the utmost respect. Do not touch them. Do not even look at them in the wrong way, understand?”

He’s met with a series of “aye captain”s.

You square your shoulders and cross the plank, Wanda right behind you.

The two of you are then promptly led to a small office.

“The Captain will be with you shortly,” the man says, closing the doors and standing outside, his back to you. You glance at your friend and nod slightly, a silent ‘I told you so’. She rolls her eyes and looks around the room.

“He means to bring us to the King. We will no doubt be exploited for our powers yet again. There is no way we win this.” You shake your head, eyes finding a paper on his desk.

Anthony Edward Stark.

The name rings a bell, but before you can put your finger on it, the door is opening and the Captain walks in.

“As I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m the Captain. Tony is what my friends call me. I suppose you may call me that as well. So... witches. Do you have names?” You’re shocked, and it’s obvious on your face by the way that the man laughs.

“We’re not barbaric. It’s obvious to me that you were being held captive on the HYDRA ship. You may as well get comfortable here with me.” Wanda stays standing by the door, but you approach him.

“I am (Y/n). This is Wanda. What do you plan on doing with us?” He sighs heavily and sits down at his desk, pouring himself a glass of alcohol.

“I plan on continuing my route as I was supposed to. We’re to make port in Tortuga for some business, then we head back to England.” You furrow your brows.

“Why not take us back to England now?” Wanda asks, her eyes red with suspicion.

“Because anytime away from the King is time I cherish. And I think the two of you will make excellent company.” He smiles, winking at you.

The glass in his hand shatters and he curses, jumping up and away from his desk.

“Not that kind of company! Jesus! I just meant that I would like to learn more about your powers.” You look over at Wanda, whose glowing eyes are trained on Tony.

“And how do we know you won’t treat us the same way they all did?” She asks, her voice a venomous whisper.

He sighs and looks at the two of you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your necklace.

“Because. My mother was like you two. A sea witch, born with powers unparalleled. And I saw what men did to her for it. I will not let that happen to you as well.” The two of you are surprised at his words. Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before he clears his throat.

“I’ll see to it that the two of you have proper quarters, as well as changes of clothes. And I humbly welcome you to His Majesty, the King’s, esteemed ship: The Avenger.”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve whispers, taking off his hat in respect as they approach the wreckage in the water.

Sharks are circling, picking at any scraps of human flesh that they can find. Ship splinters and rope pollute the water, and the crew instantly know that this is the work of the King’s men.

“A quick fight,” James says, watching from the quarterdeck. Steve nods, curious about the events that transpired.

“Man overboard!” Someone shouts, and all eyes are searching for the body in question.

They see the subtle splashing, the man’s body mostly on a large piece of wood from the mast.

“Haul him up!” Steve shouts, hurrying to the spot to make sure the man’s okay.

When they finally get him over, he’s nothing but coughs and water, fingers trembling as he regains his bearings.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks, patting the young man on the shoulder.

When he finally looks up, everyone gasps. “It was the witch,” he whispers, blackened eyes darting around in fear.

“Witch?” Steve asks. This piques Bucky’s interest.

“Sh-she called the storm. Dragged the ship down down down, and now she goes on the celebrate with the King.” Bucky pushes forward, grabbing the man by the collar.

“The witch, what was her name?” The man shakes his head, eyes lolling to the side.

“Never name, only a witch. Never trust a woman... she be beautiful as a sunrise but deadly as a snake. I’d rather face a siren than that witch again. She owns the seas, is one with the winds, and she has a hatred in her heart for men.” The man stops to cough up water, his eyes rolling back as he starts convulsing.

Bucky stumbles back a step, his heart pounding in his head.

“Buck?” He shakes his head, climbing up the ladder on the mainmast to the crow’s nest. His eyes strain to see anything, any sign of where he should go.

What he sees leaves him feeling more hopeless than before.

Three of the king’s ships, on the very edge of the horizon, each going in separate directions.

He takes a deep breath in then climbs back down, furious with himself all over again.

“Buck? What the hell was that?” Steve demands, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

“It’s her, Steve.” Those three words are all it takes for Steve to understand.

“Which way did she go?” He asks softly, trying to help his friend.

“I’ve got no clue. There were three ships, all heading in different directions. There’s no way to know which ship has her, and we can’t very well follow all of them.” Steve sighs, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“We’ll find her. I swear. But until then we maintain course.” The brunet nods, eyes finding the wreckage in the water and praying to the gods that he finds you soon.

Tears wet your cheeks as you stare at the locket, fingers stroking the cool metal gently.

“If the memories pain you so, why conjure them so frequently?” You glance over at the brunette, wiping the wetness off of your face.

“Without the pain, I would forget my hatred. I would forget my purpose and I would lose hope.” Wanda nods thoughtfully, leaning back against the wall and sighing.

The quarters you were given are lovely. Soft beds, plenty of blankets, and a door with a lock. It’s all you could ask for and more from a ship belonging to the king.

“What do you suppose he’s going to do with us?” Wanda asks, fingers spinning a quill in the air above her head.

“I’m not sure quite yet. He seems to be genuine, but I fear he has ulterior motives. Surely, he’ll bring us to the king at some point. But until then... I only hope we fair better here than our last ship.” She nods, closing her eyes and lowering her hands, the quill dropping to the floor beside her as she spreads her fingers, red seeping out of her hands and down through the floorboards.

“There’s a change in the tide,” she whispers, her eyes opening and glowing red as she glances over at you. “Can you feel it?” You close your eyes, feeling the pull of the ocean deep in your gut.

“I feel it,” you whisper, “a change in the wind. A new presence is upon the waters, a dark one. I fear they are stronger than they seem.”

#pirate AU #pirate!bucky #pirate!bucky x reader #pirate!bucky barnes #pirate!Bucky Barnes x reader #Pirate!bucky x sea goddess!reader #bucky x goddess!reader #bucky x sea!goddess!reader #pirate!bucky x goddess!reader #pirate!bucky x seagoddess!reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader slow burn

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intrepidacious · 3 years ago

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last updated: November 22nd, 2024

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KEY: ♡ personal favourite | ✧ new additions

☆ all fics are ordered oldest to newest in each category ☆

☆ bucky barnes [mcu]

masterlist ✧

☆ steve rogers [mcu]

masterlist ✧

✩ chris beck [the martian]

caught up in you ↳ college!chris ; fluff | 1.5k

When Chris takes you on a nightly drive, he still has a few surprises in store for you.

✩ geralt of rivia [the witcher]

bring your hunger ↳ succubus!reader ; smut | 2k

There is a Witcher in your house.

✩ james norrington [pirates of the caribbean]

just fairer than death ↳ siren!reader ; soft dark | 2.3k

One night, you pull a dying sailor from the depths of the sea.

when reality sets back in ✧ ↳ mutual pining ; angst ; reader is engaged to someone else | 1.2k

You used to dream of marrying James when you were younger. Today, he’s come to offer his congratulations.

✩ jefferson [once upon a time]

lavender's blue ↳ dual pov ; canon-compliant | 6.4k

If there was one thing Jefferson could always rely upon, it was that you didn’t much care for sense.

✩ ransom drysdale [knives out]

occupy my brain & come on down ↳ fwb slow burn | 2k+ (will be turned into a mini series)

Being Harlan Thrombey's research assistant would be the perfect summer job if it weren't for his grandson.

☆ various fun things

headcanons masterlist ↳ includes bucky barnes, steve rogers, steve harrington

moodboard masterlist ↳ includes bucky barnes, steve rogers

seven sentence sundays drabbles ↳ includes andy barber, bucky barnes, chris beck, curtis everett, eddie munson, frank adler, jake jensen, james norrington, johnny storm, ransom drysdale, sam wilson, steve harrington, steve rogers, stucky

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mypoisonedvine · 5 years ago

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ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟 tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o)

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 // Poolside Service (part 2)

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅 (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Satisfied | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟 [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟 (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled | 𝒔, 𝐟 (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

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starlightstevie · 3 years ago

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fic recs / may 2021

Happy summer! I know I missed last month’s fic recs so hopefully I’ll make up for it with these brilliant fics. Hope you guys enjoy!

warm water by @xbuchananbarnes Thor x reader: Thor comes home to find his love.

*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky Thor x reader: Thor comes back after they defeat Thanos and tries to make things right with you.

*all there’s left to do is run by spacelabrathor Dothraki!Thor x reader: Horse warlord Thor finds you a captive in a raid of a desert village and gives you a choice. Freedom by a quick death or taking his hand and going with him, to be his. You choose life, and with it, a husband who is wild and fierce and more than you could have ever imagined.

*summoned by @darklydeliciousdesires Old God!Thor x villager!reader: The buffet of offerings, all of which shall placate, appease and satiate every whim and desire of the gods is laid out and ready, you amongst them.

ships in the night by @sugardaddytonystark Pirate King!Thor x Dora Milaje mermaid!reader: When Thor, the infamous Pirate King, lays down anchor in Wakanda, the last thing you expect is for him to ask for aid from your own king. You volunteer your assistance, leaving the home you’ve always known to set sail with King Odinson and his crew.

*cut offs by @milaonthemoon Frank x reader: You get kidnapped and Frank has to get you out.

tired by @castawaybarnes Frank x reader: Keeping yourself awake waiting for Frank was getting easier once you got used to the bitterness of black coffee.

*ash painted lips by @sebbytrash Frank x reader: Frank is your lifeline, protecting you like only he can do but you harbour not-so-secret feelings for him that threaten to shake the foundation of this steady, necessary partnership.

scales of justice weigh the consequence by @inspiresimagine Frank x reader: the world is black and white until you find your soulmate. you’re a single mom in NYC accustomed to life as-is, but apparently, the universe has other plans. namely? frank castle.

*generosity by @pumpkin-stars Frank x reader: AKA: The five (or more) things Frank usually does when he fucks you, and the one time he does something different.

poltergeists for sidekicks by @bubble-tea-bunny Frank x reader: Frank’s lost count of the days he’s come home to you already fast asleep.

*frank + overstimulation by @honeychicana

*frank + rough sex by @sweeterthanthis

*frank + breath play by sweeterthanthis

*frank + doggy style by @honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (2) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + gun play (3) by honeydulcewrites

*frank + overstimulation by honeydulcewrites

*frank coming home to you by honeydulcewrites

*untitled frank smut by @luciilferss

*playing with frank’s hair by inspiresimagine

frank + praise by inspiresimagine

*frank putting you in a headlock while fucking you by @punani

*nobody else but me by @allaboardthereadingrailroad Shane Walsh x reader: Shane knows exactly what you need.

the comet by @mcubabydotcom Steve x reader: You and Steve witness a once-in-a-lifetime celestial event.

*the punishment by ozarkthedog Nomad!Steve x reader: You disobeyed Steve and now you must make it up to him.

*headinthequinjet by xbuchananbarnes Steve x reader: Steve’s having a hard time breathing.

*shotgunning with chris by ozarkthedog

*cockwarming with chris by @buckyssimp

*a teal crushed velvet ride by @ozarkthedog Chris x reader: You love Chris’s Teal Velvet Pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.

*don’t look away by ozarkthedog Chris x reader: Chris fucks you against a mirror.

*keep the heat by ozarkthedog Andy Barber x reader: Andy fucks you in the coat.

*i don’t work jobs (i am a job) by @peachyteabuck Andy x reader: Andy needs to teach you that “staying at home” doesn’t preclude a little thing called “work.”

*worst behaviour by buckyssimp Professor!Bucky x reader: Bucky notices you staring at him during class.

*lipstick stain by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky could recognize that laugh anywhere.

bucky takes care of you by @buckyblues

*you better act like this dick belongs to you by buckyblues

*lazy day with bucky by buckyblues

*pegging bucky by buckyblues

*bucky tit fucking you by buckyblues

something new by @mxsamwilson Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes: Fellas is it gay to receive an intimate haircut from your boy? (ft Bucky being hopelessly in love with Sam but too much of an idiot to tell him).

*the magic word by @whateveriwant Bucky x reader: Bucky agrees to try something you’ve always wanted to do with him, but only under the condition that a certain word be employed if need be.

warm by @revengingbarnes Bucky x reader: “The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

patterns by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: Bucky plays with your hair.

pretending to not feel alone by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: Bucky, hopeless romantic, meets you, committed cynic. What could go wrong?

*bucky’s first time in 70 years by @luciilferss

*fluorescent adolescent by @ohbuckie College!Bucky x reader: Bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.

*it’s a cruel summer by blackberrybucky Bucky x reader: You and Bucky are friends with benefits, but what happens when you realize you want more?

*sex on legs by @navybrat817 Bucky x reader: Bucky looks good in anything.

ride with me by @jurassicbarnes Detective!Bucky x Biker!reader: When his best friend forces him to third wheel on a road trip, Bucky doesn’t expect for it to become so eventful, let alone find something, or rather someone worth staying for.

*going live by @ritesofreverie Camboy!Bucky x reader: Your new neighbour looks familiar, where had you seen him before?

*stranded by @honeysucklesteve Dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader: When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing.

if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Exile over, Sam comes home to you.

baby, i still see ya by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: Sam comes home, the future calling to him. He sees you again, and gets a little caught up in the past

*if you ever want to be in love by blackberrybucky Sam x reader: How your relationship with Sam falls apart and comes back together.

taller than me by @kaitsukibakugo Katsuki Bakugo x Izuku Midoriya: Katsuki has found love with someone who years ago he never would have expected. Now Deku is his husband and he’s noticed something else he never thought possible: Deku is taller than him.

*would you like to stay forever? by kaitsukibakugo Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro x reader: Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

how your bnha fave acts when they realize they’re in love by @inthorantine

*bnha love island headcannons by @doinmybesthere

*first time bj headcannons by @shoutogepi

*the best pussy eater of mha by @dearestdynamight

passing the night stars by @hoe-doroki Hitoshi Shinsou x reader: The party was neon and you needed darkness.

*let’s talk about deku’s hands by @rat-suki

*waking up deku by spacelabrathor

*deku comes home after a late shift by doinmybesthere

*slow stroke king izuku by @sems-diarie

*champagne problems by @some-kindofgnome Katsuki Bakugou x reader: You were slipping between Bakugou’s fingers faster than ever now. Instead of letting it happen he clung to you even tighter. Instead of letting you go, instead of accepting that he’d driven this relationship into the fucking ground, he’d promised himself that he could still save it.

*presented by @tteokdoroki Dragon King!Katsuki x reader: On the twenty-first birthday of Katsuki Bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. Clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. But for those of Dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate... And that mate is you.

*domina by rat-suki Katsuki x reader: He’s just so hot when you get under his skin. You can’t possibly stop now.

*baby, i’m a haunted house by @ketslketslketsl Yakuza!Katsuki x reader: It’s been a long six months since you last saw him.

i’m a liability, get you wild, make you leave (i’m a little much for everyone) by @willowser Katsuki x reader: There’s no reason for Katsuki to be here. It’s all he can think, bitter, as he stares at the paint peeling from the door, exposing the wood grain underneath its thin coat. Old and distant, this house; too far from the city to make the trek worth it, for your job to make sense; too ancient to be lived in by the number 12 hero in Japan. If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lake Biwa from his position on your porch and the soft sway of the water almost calms down the storm that’s been building in him since he boarded the train, since he nearly snapped his phone in half.

*we are the foxes (and we run) by @spacelabrathor shoyo hinata x reader: After everything, the end of the world and the chaos and destruction that reigned after society fell, it takes a lot to surprise you. And yet, when you come to the edge of the pit, a gasp wrenches from you like someone gripped it in their fist and yanked. Laid out on the bed of leaves at the bottom of the pit is...something. Someone. Or, Hinata falls into reader’s pit trap after the end of the world. This is the story of how she pulls him out, drags him to her bunker, and they grow together.

*dark priest!Obiwan Kenobi by @mandosmimi

you’re the former babysitter of zemo’s son by @helahades

*mando doesn’t realize how big his dick is by @cptnbvcks

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wkemeup · 3 years ago

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Sky Full of Song (3)

series summary: Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed. Pirate/Siren AU

pairings: pirate!bucky x pirate/siren!reader

chapter word count: 6k

warnings: a very soft tender moment, the plot thickens, the tides change

🏴‍☠️ series masterlist // series playlist

The ship drew port at the first town along the mainland. Disappointment hung heavy over the men, a darkness trailing over their heads in thundering storm clouds; dark grey in color and rippling with the sharp course of lightening. Boots dragged heavier on the deck with every step, hands clenched a little tighter at their sides. Their glares burned a little sharper to your shoulder blades as you walked by.

You’d felt the shift the very moment Bucky announced their course would not lead to the siren infested island. The captain had stood upon the upper balcony looking down to his crew, not a trace of hesitation or remorse upon his features as he broke the news.

It took only a single pointed look down at his men to quiet their rapid chorus of objections.

Still, it did nothing to shield from the blame you prepared to endure. It wasn’t unlike anything you were already used to aboard the ship – holding the receiving end of such scapegoated loathing – but it didn’t stop the painful clench in your jaw each time a shoulder jabbed into yours and a demeaning slur was thrown in lieu of an apology.

They were baiting you. You knew as much. Waiting for an opportunity – an excuse – to bruise more than your pride. They could not touch you if you turned away, if you stayed quiet and kept your head down. If you swallowed back the hurt and humiliation their words left burning on your cheeks, they would not risk the captain’s wrath by attacking you unprovoked.

It would seem the assumption of your position as the captain’s whore served a purpose. Protection. But only as long as you did not give them justification to defend themselves.

Perhaps it was too much to ask to be accepted amongst these men. They could not see through the swell of your chest or the dip of your curves to the heart of the pirate underneath – blinded by generations of valuing the lives of their sons over that of their daughters.

There were only two things a woman could be to men like these: the Maiden or the Mistress.

Maidens were supposedly frail, meek creatures - the ones who spent their time serving their husbands, caring for their homes, and delivering children. The ones in need of guidance and support as they were not fit enough to make decisions regarding state or finance. These were the respected women, though such depictions would not suggest as much.

The Mistresses, on the other hand, were the women serving in bars and walking the streets. Torn articles of clothing in just the right places, corsets strung up tight enough to suffocate a lung, and sultry gaze in their eyes. The sort of women who were good for a roll between sheets but not worth the effort of stable support and companionship.

Your fellow crewmen never knew what to make of you, as you did not fall into either offensive binary. But you were not proper. And you were not respected. So that left only one option.

You shuddered to imagine how such hatred for your gender alone would not compare with the rage that would likely consume them should they learn of your tainted blood.

Their glares and spiteful taunts would be the least of your concerns.

You’d sooner find yourself on the plank.

***

“Your mind is troubling you,” Bucky said as he set an empty mug of bottom shelf rum on the table. A drop of the ambered liquid remained on his lips. He swiped his tongue against the corner of his mouth. His gaze was unrelenting as he waited for your response – cautious, cerulean eyes boring into yours. He had not asked it as a question. He knew you well enough to notice your vacant stare, the heavy sigh on your chest, the quick tap-tap-tap of your nails against the rotting wood of the table.

The tavern was surprisingly empty for a port-town. Most of the crew had long taken to the beds in the brothels or the inns. Those who joined the captain in the bar only lingered long enough to muddle their minds in alcohol before stumbling out into the streets singing incoherently, arm in arm.

You and the captain were all that remained in the tavern.

It was a dangerous place for the two of you to be: alone.

“I’m fine,” you replied unconvincingly. Bucky gritted his teeth and signaled to the bar for another round.

“The crew have not taken well to the decision to steer clear of the Aglaope Isles,” he admitted, the words thick on his tongue as though they were bitter in his mouth. Sour. He straightened his spine, his hand curling to a fist, though the softness upon his facial features remained. “Have you defended yourself as I’ve asked?”

You swallowed, dropping your gaze to the rum still sitting on the bottom of your cup. You drew the mug to your lips and threw back what was left. A burn as sweet as the scorch of a mid-summer heat traveled down your chest, warming you. You’d hoped it would suffocate the anxiety churning in your stomach, but it did not relent under Bucky’s careful gaze. You sighed, setting the empty mug on the table.

“What would you have me do, Captain?” you asked, defeat etched into the inflections of your voice. “Start a war with these men? They speak ill of me at every turn and look at me as if I'd murdered their kin, but they have not laid a hand to me. Their words... their words are nothing. Confronting them is not worth the fallout, I assure you. You’d be out a crew if I did.”

Bucky's lips slowly began to part, though he quickly pressed them to a line as he heard the click of footsteps approaching behind him. Fresh mugs of rum were placed on the table by the bar maiden.

She was the beautiful sort of woman with glowing tanned skin and long locks of midnight curls, the type of woman you carried a spark of envy for. A flirtatious smirk pressed over red stained lips as she lingered in an attempt to draw your captain’s attention. Even you had a hard time looking away from the beauty of this woman. The swell of her chest nearly spilled over her seams but still, Bucky’s gaze did not leave yours.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?” Her voice was silken; her attention centered solely on your captain, trailing down the black fabric of his long coat and the tanned muscle exposed within the low dip of his shirt. She leaned in a little closer; the long lines of her clavicle adorned like jewelry over her chest.

It was more than evident that should Bucky have requested, she would have spent the evening, and perhaps well into dawn, attending to his every need. Gladly, it seemed, judging by the way her soft brown eyes coaxed over your captain as if to the map the lines of his body.

You knew Bucky had a history before you, that he’d laid with women in various ports and took lovers long before he knew your name. He was too handsome, too renown as a pirate to have not. Many women just as captivating the barmaid had touched him, had run their hands over his taunt muscles, had left his features slacked and desperate as he neared a high unlike any other.

You held no claim over him – his body nor his heart. He was your captain and you were merely a member of his crew. Still, the lingering ache of hurt in your chest would not withdraw its clutch despite your protest.

“Perhaps,” the barmaid continued, a hand strategically brushing his shoulder, allowing her fingertips to graze the skin of his collar, “I may interest you in something other than our fine rums?”

Her insinuation was clear. You were surprised she hadn’t outright offered him a key to the back room of the tavern or dragged him to the nearest open bed at the inn. She was bold, certainly, to propose such an offer while he kept your company.

Not that you were company for your captain.

But Bucky remained silent; his focus still centered upon you. A line pressed along his brow. His eyes darkened – storm clouds filtering through the crystal blue. Without tearing his gaze from you, he muttered a short “that'll be all” to the barmaid, dismissing her advances whether he recognized them or not. A pout pressed over her mouth and she took back her hand from his shoulder as if she’d been burned. Though you had not spoken a word, she tossed an accusatory glare in your direction before retreating back to the kitchens.

Only after the swinging door came to a rest in her leave, did Bucky finally speak again.

“They are not nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

Bucky responded by stretching a hand across the table to you. A flickering moment of hesitation passed over his features before he touched you – a realization of what he was about to do – before he wrestled with his better judgement and set his hand upon your wrist. His palm was warmer than you anticipated; his fingers soft in their pressure as his thumb stroked sweetly over your skin, subtle contrast to the years of labored callouses on his hands.

You could not look away from it. From the touch. Your inhale drew in with a shaken breath.

“My men have not granted you the respect you have earned," Bucky said, his tone filled with a tension lacking in the hand that grazed your wrist. “As captain, I am responsible for the actions of my crew and... and my own ignorance to the mistreatment you have burdened. The way you have been treated by this crew is not nothing to me.”

A stone dropped in your stomach under the sincerity of his words. You didn’t know what to say, but “I don’t blame you,” was quick to your tongue. It spilled out easily, simply because it was true.

Bucky smiled, though it did not touch his eyes. It was tired, his gaze fixated on the untouched mug of rum in front of you. “I know you don’t. And still – the fault remains.”

You expected his hand to withdraw from your wrist as he fell quiet again, but he made no movement to pull away. Instead, his thumb grazed steady strokes over the bone, the callouses under his palm evidence of a lifetime of work and sacrifice. A touch he did not withhold – did not shy away from.

You thought then of the captain you’d met on the docks of Roatan. Sun blistering on his back, his right cheek still marred with blood from the bar fight the night before though he wore it as a badge of honor, of pride. The infamous Commandos’ ship docked at the very same harbor you’d washed ashore after your last crew tossed you to the shallow sands.

Whether it was your arrogance, your unmatched skill of sword and bullet, or your so-called feminine wiles that turned the men against you – you supposed it didn't matter. They all came to despise you in the end, even those who had gritted their teeth and begrudgingly accepted your rank upon their ship. A necessary evil, they’d called it. Desperate times, desperate measures. The only reason for allowing something as wretched as a woman aboard their precious ship.

But Bucky had been always different from the rest.

You’d known from the first moment you saw him standing guard by the anchor of his ship; arms folded tightly over his chest; blood dried against his cheek from an open cut he hadn’t taken the time to clean properly. His expression was stoic as he observed the lingering crowd passing by the port.

His gaze had been centered upon two children standing outside a bakery not far from the boardwalk. There, a young boy with a mop of blonde hair tugged on the braids of a girl no older than ten years of age while his mother’s back was turned. A scowl burned to Bucky’s features; his eyes narrowed upon the child as the mother carried on conversation with the baker.

You lingered from the shadows, observing him from a distance. It was curious, you thought, how he dug his fingertips into the muscle of his forearms, almost as if he were reminding himself of his position – that it was not well regarded for a man of his legendary status to interfere in the affairs of children, especially in the favor of a young girl. Pirates were not men of grand moral standing. Or so was often the case.

But then, the girl had quickly snatched her hairbrush back from her bully and wacked him on the shoulder with it until he took off running. You began to laugh as she chased the boy through the streets, much at the disappointment of the mother who had only then decided to pay attention.

When you looked back to Bucky, a smile so subtle you almost questioned if it had been there at all had passed his lips. The young girl gleamed in triumph as she held her weapon of choice high in the air, her tiny cackles echoing through the open marketplace until her mother ultimately scolded her for her behavior though she said not a word to her son.

You knew, even then, that Captain Barnes was better than any other man you had sailed under.

When you approached him, his gaze never once trailed below your collarbone, even though your blouse was torn over the chest from a scuffle at the inn hours earlier, revealing the swell of your breasts through the open shards. His tongue never licked at his lips. Hunger did not touch his eyes. But it was instead intrigue that lit through the pale blue speckles in his iris.

Captain Barnes actually had gull to listen as you spoke to him. He stood silent; his expression unreadable as you offered your skills upon his ship. You detailed your precision with a blade, your trajectory with a bullet. You told him of your nautical sense of direction that had saved countless ships from certain peril and starvation on the open seas. The same qualifications you’d pitched to countless captains in search of a ship that would have you.

It was evident by the lack of surprise upon his features that rumors had reached his ship of the cursed pirate woman traveling from ship to ship, though none kept her long. Your former crewmen had never been particularly kind – some particularly cruel – but they put up with you long enough until they reached their limit. Without you in their sights, they leaned into gossip in taverns over endless mugs of rum and barmaids draped over their laps.

Your reputation had proceeded you. Between the lies of sleepless nights spent with captains in their beds and certain devastation wrecking ships in retaliation for allowing a woman to stand foot on deck, were tales of your skills in a fight, stories of your exceptional talent.

Bucky had been the only one to listen to your entire pitch. Other captains had taken one look at you and dismissed you entirely; while others took the same look, though it lingered far below your eyes and sought to give you passage for little more than assumption you’d thank them between your legs.

Bucky's expression had remained unchanged. He didn’t scoff at your unruly hair, the faded scars on your skin, or the trousers you’d clearly stolen off an unfortunate man in a drunken stupor. He did not seem offended by a woman who was unashamed in what she was after, a woman who was not bound by the rules of civilized society. No – Captain Barnes had the audacity to actually hold your gaze and listen.

Still, you weren’t going to beg – not after countless men worth less than your boots had thrown you to shore on little more than their own insecurities. You would not belittle your pride like that again. But you had hoped.

“The bottle at the mast,” Bucky had said simply when you were finished, pointing to the empty bottle of rum standing on the railing at the top of mast. It held steady in the wind despite its place on the crow’s nest. “Shoot it down.”

You smirked. Someone must have left the rum behind before they docked to port. You wondered how someone who managed to drink a whole bottle of the poison had managed to climb down from the mast without splattering himself on the deck.

Bucky had watched you with such precision, almost as if his stare could burrow directly into you. But even then, you had never felt unmade under his gaze. It hadn’t left you feeling exposed or vulnerable. It was a challenge. A chance to prove yourself. You’d caught the eye of the most infamous captain in the seas and he was intrigued.

You’d barely taken the time to line up your barrel before you let loose the bullet that shattered the rum bottle to pieces. Glass rained from the crow’s nest as you spun the trigger of the gun around your finger – the barrel still smoking – and placed it into the holster on your thigh.

You turned to Bucky then, pleased to see the slight part of his lips as his gaze remained on the railing where the bottle had been. He was surprised, stunned even. Pleasantly so, it seemed, because when he turned to you again, he wore a dangerous sort of grin – one that had swept you under its current, dragged you under the surface where you’d happily lay in wait for another.

He welcomed you aboard without hesitation.

Months later, he told you that he would have granted you stay upon his ship if you had only hit the wood of the mast – a much easier shot than the bottle itself. It wasn’t failure he had set you up for, but an opportunity to prove yourself above the rumors. He knew enough to read between the lines of pirate gossip, to know there was a reason these ships continued to allow you aboard despite their prejudice and arrogance, why they counted you amongst the crew though they despised you.

It was because you could hit a rum bottle at the top of the crow’s nest with little preparation to aim. The sort of legendary skill pirates often dreamt of.

Captain Barnes was the only man you’d sailed under who saw you for what you were – an asset to his crew. He gave you a place among his men, a steady spot to rest your head, a security that his ship would not be one that would abandon you in the dark of the night when they grew tired of being upstaged by a woman.

When you asked him why, he had furrowed his brow at you and simply replied, “because you’re too valuable to lose.”

He had said it so earnestly, it had punctured something in your chest. Your lung, maybe, because it had become difficult to breathe under his gaze. No one had dared assigned worth to you in all your years traveling from crew to crew. Captain Barnes had done so upon instinct. It did not once cross his mind that you were anything less.

It was how you found your home on the seas under Captain Barnes, a home you never believed you would find.

He gave you Dugan and Jones and Morita. He gave you the reliant crux of the waves under your feet and the rush of adrenaline in your veins. He granted you a place amongst his men and a chance to do more with your life than waste away in the confines of a land-locked home serving a husband who could never satisfy you the way the ocean could.

He came to trust you. To rely on you. To perhaps, even care for you – though you did not dare to acknowledge it.

Your captain had saved you that day on the docks of Roatan. And every day since.

With every subtle glance in your direction. Every smirk across deck while engaged with a combatant intent on taking his life. Every gentle stroke of his hand over your spine, easing the tremors from your nervous muscle. Every brush of your fingertips over the bare of his skin stitching his wounds. Your captain had become both your savior and your greatest weakness.

Years you spent on his ship. Years, and it felt like only yesterday when you caught him smiling at the little girl who stood up to the boy tugging on her pigtails.

So much had changed in that time and still, nothing at all.

His respect – his trust – changed you. It etched cracks into the steeled armor you’d made for yourself to survive the cruelty of the pirates before him. Each time you watched him shout orders from the helm of the ship to his crew – no trace of hesitation, made of the kind of unrattled power only earned by a captain who had plundered gold beyond any pirate’s most ordinate dreams. Each time you caught his gaze along the deck, his quiet observation lingering longer the most. The armor cracked.

It worsened the first time you’d gotten seriously injured in a fight. Bloodied by an enemy combatant – one of four who had swarmed you in a raid. It was only when Dugan rushed to assist that you staggered back with a knife embedded between your ribs. Bucky had dragged you to his quarters even amongst the chaos – ordering you to stay put until he could liberate the deck.

When he returned, blood coating much of his tanned skin though little appeared to be his own, he had not said a word as he worked to stitch your wound. Anger furrowed into the lines on his face, frustration over your recklessness to take on as many enemy pirates as you had. He was harsher than usual as he stitched away at the wounds, seething as he did.

“You will not do that again,” he had grumbled as he closed the final stitch, a slight waver in his voice you did not expect. Fear, perhaps. Worry. You weren’t sure, but it had chipped another crack in the armor that was slowly crumbling to pieces in your hands.

Still, you offered him a small smile as he helped you up from his cot. “You know that I will.”

Bucky had closed his eyes, his head dropping to his chest though the edges of his lips curved just so.

Over the years, you found that his touch lingered in the rare moments within the shadows as he cleaned your wounds. Your fingertips grazed his exposed muscle longer than necessary as you applied salve to his cuts. Stealing away glimpses of one another only within the confines of medical aid and candlelit stitches.

Quiet affection from a safe distance.

It was all you could allow for yourself. It was enough.

It was nothing close.

It was all you had.

Held captive between the less than subtle resentment of the crew and the secrets you kept from the one person you longed to share everything with, you knew there was little else you could ever hope to gain from your captain. You did not wish to imagine what he would think of the years spent in careful glances, gentle touches, and quiet loyalty should he learn of the monster lingering under the surface.

Would he recoil from you?

Would he look at his own hands in disgust?

Would he curse himself for allowing you to worm your way onto his ship?

Would he send you to the brig? Force you off the plank at the cheers of his men?

You trusted him. Blindly. Affectionately. But you could not answer those questions. Not after a lifetime of secrets.

Faintly, you recognized the strings of a violin playing down the end of the road; pulling sweetly through the starlit night, carrying over cobblestoned roads and through the open windows of the empty tavern you occupied with your captain. It was not a song you recognized, but the melody was enchanting – dreamy, almost. It reminded you of the draw and pull of the ocean currents. A rhythmic flow; reliable, steady, comforting. You only realized you were swaying to the swell of the music when you caught the familiar shades of ocean blue watching you.

Without losing his touch on your wrist, Bucky took hold of the mug in his free hand and drank three fingers worth of rum within a few gulps. He sighed, set the empty mug on the table and then, he stood. He shrugged off the outer layer of his coat until he remained in the thin long-sleeved blouse that you imagined had once been white in a previous lifetime. He pushed up to the sleeves to his elbows, exposing faded scars along his left arm he’d endured years before you met.

Slowly, he extended a hand to you.

“Dance with me.”

Your eyes widened, gaze quickly shooting to the open windows.

“The crew have taken their beds for the night,” Bucky eased upon your apprehension. “Whether they have found rooms of their own at the inn, at the madame’s quarters, or face down in the streets, there is little to fear.”

“I fear for nothing,” you argued, though the edges of your lips curved. “My concern is only of your reputation, Captain. What will they think to see you dance with the cursed woman of your ship in the dark of this tavern?”

Bucky frowned; amusement lost on his features. “You are not cursed.”

His sincerity was what made it so easy to smile. “Your crew believes otherwise.”

“Then I will leave the crew at port and we’ll find better men to keep company on my ship,” Bucky replied simply. There was no teasing in his voice and it was in that moment that you realized should you have asked, he would not hesitate to follow through on his promise. Even in your teasing, he only ever spoke to you in truth.

But it would reveal too much. It would put weight to the easy, shallow thing that remained between you and your captain. To allow such feelings to rise to the surface... you shivered at the thought, at the life you had grown to love and could easily lose.

“Or,” you began, rising to your feet, “perhaps a dance could do no harm?”

“Only one dance,” Bucky confirmed, offering his outstretched hand. “The crew cannot be displeased with what they do not know.”

You slipped your hand into his and he wasted no time in drawing you to his chest. Breath caught in your lungs at the feel of his lean body pressed so tightly to yours; one hand held in his own, the other rested comfortably along his shoulder, sliding over the taunt muscles on his back.

You’d touched him before, but not without purpose, not without intention to heal his wounds or ease his pain. It hadn’t been like this – closeness for the sake of such proximity. Skin thrumming with anticipation. His breath was warm to your cheek as he swayed you along to the faint notes of the violin in the distance.

His right hand trailed down along your back, stopping just at the lowest dip of your spine where his fingertips pressed into your skin in time with the melody of the song as if he were stroking the keys of a piano. Moving together in the middle of the empty tavern, with little else but the light of lanterns hanging by the door and the glow of the stars speckled into the sky to give way to the stolen moment.

His cheek brushed over yours, a deep breath filled his lungs you imagined smelled something of saltwater and the honey sweet scent of your wash. He squeezed your hand as if he were seeking more; something that might truly turn his men against you without remorse. Bucky pulled back just enough to meet your gaze before his eyes flickered to your lips.

“We tread dangerous water here, Captain,” you warned weakly, your voice barely a whisper.

The smallest curve tugged at the left edge of his mouth, though his gaze did not falter. An unexpected sadness clung to shades of Caribbean blue in his eyes.

“Won’t you call me by my name? Just this once?”

A fracture tore in your chest at his aching request. Such longing woven into each word, into the faint tremor in his voice. Your hand slid from his shoulder, along his neck, to rest on the side of his face. You swept your thumb over the stubble along his jaw, over peppered strands of deep brown and grey. He sank into your touch, eyelids fluttered closed in a soft sigh.

You wondered if you could give him this one moment – a momentary draw of the curtain meant to hold back a boundary that was crumbling with every second spent in his arms. To call him by a name only spoken by those he trusted and cared for. To grant him this one assurance that he was not alone in the twist and pull of strings in his chest.

Your lips parted. The syllables of a name you’d reserved so carefully for the sacred comfort of your own thoughts on the tip of your tongue. Weighing. Heavy. And still—impossibly light.

“Captain,” Dugan’s voice called from the threshold of the tavern doors, startling the both of you. You quickly forced distance between you and your captain, heart pounding so wickedly in your chest you were certain it would splinter onto the floor by your feet. Bucky’s face was still flushed from where your touch had lingered over his cheek.

Jones and Morita followed into the tavern, smart enough to not allow a smile to cross their features at the obvious moment they’d just interrupted.

Bucky cleared his throat. “What is it?”

A grim look crossed Dugan’s face as he approached, a folded letter in his hand. “We received transmission from home, sir. It may impact your decision on the sirens’ island.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, a flash of concern breaking through the sternness of his features. The heat of his gaze burned against your cheeks before he turned back to Dugan and gestured for the letter.

On the crumbled parchment was a list of transmissions uncoded from a series of dots and dashes. The tavern was silent as Bucky read, his stance growing stiller with every passing second. You watched as each muscle in his body began to tense, how the lines along his back drew in patterns visible through the thin fabric of his shirt. He swallowed, though it appeared near painful.

“You’re certain this is accurate?” he asked Jones, the crew’s primary communications expert. It was an unnecessary question as Jones had never once been wrong about a message from the mainland since he boarded the ship, but still, he offered a solemn nod. Bucky clenched his jaw.

“A hurricane took out half the town,” Dugan explained, filling in the unsettling silence. “Our families have all been accounted for but... the crops were destroyed. Many of the homes no longer stand. Medical supplies were washed away in the storm. The town is in wreckage and it’s going to take a miracle to save it.”

Your heart sank. Though you held no ties to the town the crew had settled in, you knew of the wealth the Commandos’ ship had granted the new settlement. It was the reason it had thrived even in the off season when villages around it were struggling on their last leg. Now, it was in shambles; in desperate need of gold they no longer had.

The families of this crew would be lost to hunger or plague without a successful run aboard the Commandos’ ship. Crops and medications cost money – money the town did not have without the support of the men on this ship.

“Give us a minute,” Bucky ordered. Without ever having to say your name, Jones, Dugan, and Morita left the tavern without another word.

He hung his head, hands planted firmly on his hips. In the lingering silence, you picked at the scar on your forearm where a rogue pirate had managed to nick your skin in the gruesome fight days earlier. Footsteps crept towards you and you felt the gentle draw of your captain’s hands ease the trembling in your own.

When you met Bucky’s gaze, you found regret sinking into his expression.

“Tell me you can be okay with this decision.”

He didn’t need to specify. You knew he didn’t have a say in the matter anymore. The treasure within the Aglaope Isles was unthinkable. Its value was beyond imagination. It would save their families, their town, and still have decades of gold to spare.

“You’re the captain,” you answered, your voice uneasy, “you don’t need my permission to do anything.”

But Bucky held firm, his voice unwavering. “Tell me, Y/n. Please.”

Your heart lurched at the utter sincerity laced into his plea. Not once had your captain ever come to you with such desperation, to seek your approval of his decisions, to require your validation before making his next move. He could not make this call knowing how fiercely you had fought against traveling to the island, could not betray your trust in such a way after he’d steered course to mainland simply because you’d asked him to. The weight sinking through the sea-stained blues in his eyes was enough to shatter whatever defenses you had left.

“We’ll need precautions against the sirens,” you conceded; the only approval of the ship’s new destination you could offer. “Candle wax to mute the song and days of training to navigate in silence.”

Bucky nodded eagerly, relief coursing through him. “Of course. I’ll put you in charge of ensuring the men are prepared.”

You pressed your lips to a line. “They won’t like that.”

“They’ll be alive,” Bucky retorted, disappointment still etched in his features for the men he expected better from. “If we live beyond the islands, they’ll know it will be your doing.”

You weren’t sure whether to lean into the swell of pride in your chest or the dread churning in your stomach. Bucky’s hands had not left yours, his grip comfortingly firm to keep the nervous twitching at bay. Steady and strong – adorned with silver rings over his fingers from his previous treasures.

“What makes you believe I even know how to survive the sirens?” you asked, heat burning in your cheeks.

“The way you speak of the creatures,” he answered without hesitation. “You’ve encountered them yourself, haven’t you? I know you spoke of your father’s fate but... I have never seen you fearful of anything – not even with a blade against your throat. But sirens? They’ve shaken something in you. But if you’ve seen one and lived, it means you know how to survive them.”

You stared at your captain helplessly.

When had he learned to read you so well? To know the fear in the smallest traces within the lines on your face? You worried he might see through to the cracks of the Caribbean water running through your veins and the dangerous song you kept suffocated deep within your lungs. You trusted Bucky endlessly, but you wondered whether he might still look at you the way he did if he knew the truth of the siren’s blood coursing through your body.

Would he still hold your hands like this if he knew what you were? Would he have held you in the quiet light of this tavern? Would he have allowed your fingers to graze his wounded skin and stitch him back together with needle and thread? Would he look at you with such heaviness in his eyes that your heart fluttered frantically in your chest?

Eventually, Bucky eased himself back, allowing your hands to fall in the open space between you, though the very action seemed to plague a war in his mind. Resistance and reluctance crawling through his skin the moment his fingertips left yours.

“Come,” Bucky gestured to the door. He straightened his shoulders as if to remind himself of the weight upon his shoulders, his responsibility to his crew he could not place over the heart of one pirate though he ached to. “We’ll set to decode the map before dawn. From there, we’ll begin the search.”

You nodded, swallowing back something bitter on your tongue.

The flash of remorse on Bucky’s features did not pass your notice.

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